An adult adoptee stalked by her birth mother dismantles the fiction that all who were adopted at birth yearn for the passionate reunion. “To believe that blood ties alone can bind a family goes beyond

the cliché of blood being thicker than water to assume a

miracle. Sure, it’s possible that the long lost can be suddenly

found and reclaimed in a hail of tears and kisses, but it’s not

something I’d count on, no matter how many times you’ve

seen it on TV.” [My adopted daughter is two, and my wife and I have recently been preoccupied again, as we had not been since we first contemplated her arrival, with the issue of what lies ahead in her (and our) coping with her adoptive identity issues.]