I have not done very many creative things lately outside of the Elizabeth Barton Master Class because my mind and time has been centered around having found my birth family.
I was adopted in Chicago and taken to the District of Columbia at 3 days old. To make a VERY long story a bit shorter, I sued the District to have my adoption records opened about 25 years ago. The District is one of the few places that are still refusing to give people the basic dignity of knowing who they are. Don't get me started. I won my case and a social worker specializing in adoption research was appointed. She said my father was dead and his family wanted nothing to do with me and my mother said it wasn't her but someone using her health insurance. This was in 1948. I didn't even know they had health insurance back then. Now we have surmised the fictitious mother either made up a "father's name" or it was the husband of the woman whose insurance card was used. A double dead end.
Now at 66, I have had my DNA done three times. The first just did mitrochondrial DNA and through that met a lovely woman who shares the same "Eve" with me. We have been emailing for a while now. I wanted to know my ethnicity so I had a total panel of all 23 genes done by two companies and low and behold, I got an email from a woman telling me I was a 2nd cousin to her and her dad and a first cousin to her aunt. She sent a photo of her aunt and we could be twins - no kidding. I'd show you but I think that is overstepping others rights. You''ll have to take my word.
So now I have found much more than my ethnicity (English, Scottish, Irish and 6% Norwegian). I have found a whole family. Of course most are dead - even the aunt I look like just died in February. So I am a bit distracted, making plans to visit them and just generally happy and excited.
I think there is no way anyone can relate without being there!! But you can join in my joy of being found!!