Intertribal Life Newspaper -

After years of wondering and months of searching, my husband held her phone number in his hands; he paced the room, wondering what to do. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? He did not want to complicate her life; he just wanted to know his natural mother. After his adoptive dad died and his mother lived in a nursing home, a man gave him the name of the doctor who had delivered him forty years earlier. The doctor, who had lived only three houses down from him his entire life, was now in his 90s and still had his old medical records in the basement. (This was small town Wyoming.) The d...