Ann Landers Returns from the Dead: Touts NCFA Reunion Registry!
Back in the old days when Dr. Pierce was still with us, I’d often have dreams about the National Council for Adoption. The real NCFA, not what passes for it today. One of my favorite dreams was about the NCFA porch sale where original birth certificates were neatly packaged in plastic envelopes like the kind old sheet music is sold in, stacked upright in cardboard boxes, and sold for 50 cents or a dollar each. In my dream the weather was overcast and drizzling. Several people were on the porch, including Bastard National Diana Inch, rifling damp-fingered through the cartons for their obcs. If the documents weren’t on the porch, they were probably in the foyer of the old Dupont Circle rowhouse. In my dream I wasn’t surprised that the obcs were there; only that it had never occurred to me to look there. Creator’s republishes old Ann Landers columns on Sundays. Yesterday an astounding column, originally published in 1999, made it back in print. The letter writer, Alison in Utica, New York, details the plight of the kicked-to-the-curb adoptee, not only rejected by her first mother and father when located, but even by a bio cousin. Unable to catch Continue Reading →