Articles by Amy Shankland

Deciding on how to make contact

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect As my adoption and reunion story continues, I’ve changed some names, places, and dates. After I shared my discoveries with my husband John, he brought…

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Learning about my birth father

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect As my adoption and reunion story continues, I’ve changed some names, places, and dates. I learned that my birth father, Jack, had been the chairman…


Finding my birth father

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect As my adoption and reunion story continues, I’ve changed some names, places, and dates. I had successfully found my birth mother. I updated my husband…


Examining my adoption records

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect As my adoption and reunion story continues, I’ve changed some names, places, and dates. It felt nearly impossible to get through the rest of my…


Examining my adoption records

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect As my adoption and reunion story continues, I’ve changed some names, places, and dates. Imagine my excitement two weeks later to come home for lunch…


Getting closer to my records

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect As I continued the search for my biological parents, my husband John cautioned and advised me to be ready for anything. “I just don’t want…


A breakthrough on the horizon

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect Now I had a few potential names for my birth mother and dozens for my birth father. But I still didn’t feel like my yearbook…


Starting my research

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect With my non-identifying info regarding my adoption in hand, I had some solid things to go on for a more advanced search for my biological…


The Locator Club

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect Mary didn’t bug me often after that conversation about what I should do regarding the search for my biological parents because she knew about my…


Going further in my journey?

By AMY SHANKLAND Perfectly Imperfect After finding out the non-identifying info about my biological parents, life went on. By the time the fall of 2009 rolled around, I had been…