Bruce-Paul Scott
INTROSPECTIVE. FAMILY. TENACIOUS. My name is Bruce-Paul. I’m an NPE: Non-Paternal Event because I had a misattributed parentage experience. I can now say ‘was,’ but maybe ‘always will be’ is […]
INTROSPECTIVE. FAMILY. TENACIOUS. My name is Bruce-Paul. I’m an NPE: Non-Paternal Event because I had a misattributed parentage experience. I can now say ‘was,’ but maybe ‘always will be’ is […]
BETTER. EMPATHETIC. DECENT. In 2013 my 79-year-old father had been in and out of the hospital repeatedly and then had to be placed into a facility that specializes in Alzheimer’s
LOVING. CURIOUS. DETERMINED. I am one of 7 children born to my mother, I’m next to the youngest, one of 4 girls and the 2nd of three daughters born to
WIFE. MOTHER. PHENOMENAL WOMAN. I never asked my mom or dad the whole time I was growing up why I looked different than everyone in my family. But growing up
JOYFUL. INQUISITIVE. ADVENTUROUS. On June 2, 1978 at the St Francis Hospital in Peoria, IL, I was born. Less than 30 days later, I was adopted by Russ and Norma
MOTHER. POET. WRITER. The first strong memory I have is being on a ship with my beloved nursemaid, Gladys. I remember not feeling well and being in my little bed
FATHER. HARD WORKER. FAMILY. In December of 2018, my Aunt offered to send my wife and I DNA tests. She had been building the family tree and was also curious
WRITER. WIFE. COMPLETE. When you look at family tree charts, they’re beautiful. The roots run deep, hidden, all the way to Adam and Eve. Then comes the trunk, heavy with
NURSE. RETIRED. CARETAKER. The man I’d always known as my father said some startling things on his deathbed. You know, Alesia, he remarked during those final weeks, your mom is
MOTHER. ADVOCATE. STORYTELLER. I was born in Seattle to a single mom. My dad, who’d cleaned himself up briefly had relapsed into heroin use and left my mom just two