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Stories about adopted kids finding their birth parents so often end with either heartbreak or pure joy. Michael J. Fanuele’s isn’t one of those stories. (Animation by The Free Press)
Welcome back to The Weekend Press! Today, Suzy Weiss roasts the new “Avatar” film. Bill Maher explains why he’d rather have Zohran Mamdani for president than Donald Trump. Abigail Shrier offers Tough Love to a mom who doesn’t want her 22-year-old daughter to get married. But first: a jaw-dropping personal story from Michael J. Fanuele about what it’s like to discover a family you never knew existed. Some adopted kids long to know their biological parents. My brother Danny was one of them. He once told me he’d never be at peace until he met his “real” mother. I didn’t have the same hole in my heart. Besides, as someone born in New York in the 1970s, my adoption records were sealed. But then, in 2019 then-governor Andrew Cuomo signed a bill that radically loosened the state’s adoption privacy laws, and suddenly, information I never thought I cared about was only an online form away. And after years of looking forwards, I fell backwards—into a rabbit hole of fact and fiction. Stories about adopted kids finding their birth parents so often end with either heartbreak or pure joy. Mine isn’t one of those stories.—Michael J. Fanuele |