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Finding Karen Black: Roots Become Wings by Diane Bay is a Shake Off Winter Doldrums pick #memoir #nonfiction #mustread #giveaway


Finding Karen Black: Roots Become Wings



Diane Bay





Book Blurb:


Mother and daughter, reunited just in time.


Hollywood actress Karen Black gave up a newborn daughter to adoption in 1959. For five decades they knew nothing about each other. But strict adoption laws could not break their mother-daughter bond.


When the state finally opened the sealed records, Diane was amazed to discover that her birth mother was the actor whose unconventional beauty had captured the zeitgeist of the ’60s and ’70s cinema. Karen starred in some of the decades’ prominent films including Easy Rider, Five Easy Pieces, The Great Gatsby, Airport 1975, and many more.


Their reunion was healing and bittersweet, because it came at a pivotal moment: Karen was battling cancer.


Finding Karen Black: Roots Become Wings takes the reader on an emotional journey from childhood longing to dream fulfilled, and from the first moments of a joyful reunion through a year of discovery, loss, and renewal. This remarkable story is a testament to the power of the mother-child bond, the importance of our roots, and the belief that love lasts forever.




My heart jumped.


“There’s a message from Karen!” I reached for Rich’s hand.


He put down his cup, and sheltering my hand in both of his, he prayed. “Heavenly Father, please help Diane deal with whatever she finds here.”


I held his hand tight and clicked.


The private message box opened, and I read the best reply I could have imagined to my question, Are you my mother? 


I am. Been a long time. I hated leaving you behind, turbulent waves of sorrow. Thank you for making this possible Diane. (Her phone number and email address here.) Your father is still a good friend, a genius, a professor, a television producer. You will love him. We will all love each other. I’m kinda stunned.


I was stunned myself, swathed in a brand-new kind of peace, vaguely aware of my husband crying beside me, still squeezing my hand. The entire world spun silent and suspended as I turned to Rich in slow motion and smiled.


Tears wet his cheeks, and relief shone from his eyes. “Oh, Di, I was so worried you’d get your heart broken.” He wiped tears from my face, and then from his own as we laughed together.


I wrote a simple reply to Karen, thanking her and giving my phone and email. I was almost mute with amazement. Happy was not a good description, even joy, while closer, wasn’t expansive enough. I was a ghost who’d come alive; a black and white sketch bursting with colorful paint; Dorothy stepping into Oz. I’d become three-dimensional. All that day, my heartbeat was a lullaby and breathing was a pleasure. My soul danced and sang and flew. I hoped this lovely peace would melt into my bones and last forever.


On the second day of this new life, Rich and I had finished lunch when my cell phone rang. I pulled it from my pocket and bobbled it when Karen’s number appeared. My throat tightened. Rich met my eyes, and I nodded, unable to speak.


“I need to take it outside,” I whispered.


“Good luck, baby.” He opened the door for me.


On our back deck, I plopped down in a patio chair and took in a deep breath. Exhaling, I pressed talk and brought the phone to my cheek. “Hello,” I answered, trembling.


“Hello, dear,” said a husky voice.


A smile burst from my heart. “Hi… Mom!”


“Hi, Daughter!” Karen replied, sounding as excited as me. “It's so wonderful to hear you!”


I twisted in my chair so my legs were hanging over the arm, bouncing. “I can hardly believe this is happening!”


“So where are you, right now? What does it look like?”


She wants to picture me talking to her. “Well, I’m outside on my deck, sitting in a green patio chair under a tan canopy. It’s sunny and warm out, and birds are singing in the woods past our yard.”


“Sounds lovely! I miss the woods in the Midwest. There are no good trees here in Southern California. I’ve never felt at home here, but this is where the work is.”


We both love trees. Should I talk about that? My mind buzzed with panic and delight, but Karen didn’t seem to notice the pause.


“Thank you so much for this, Diane! You’ve done a great thing by contacting me. I always thought about you. My brother, Peter, helped me try to find you, but we…we couldn’t.” Her voice dropped to silence, so I spoke up.


“I was hoping you tried. I signed up for two adoption registries, the International Soundex and an Illinois list. If you had joined, they would’ve connected us. Did you ever hear of them?”


“Yes, Peter talked about that, but I had two bad experiences with people contacting me saying I was their mother, which shook me up, you can imagine. My husband, Stephen, and I decided not to put my name out there.”


“Oh, okay,” I said, and sighed in relief. She’d just been protecting herself. “So how did you decide I was your real daughter?”


 “Because you had the date right! March 4, 1959. Those others had different dates. It’s scary being an actor, being famous, because people can treat you very badly if they like. And I’ve always been awfully gullible. It’s how I lost my fortune, being too trusting. We really have no money at all now. But anyway, we didn’t join the registries, so you’ve done a wonderful thing for me, Diane, by reaching out and making this possible.”


“Well, your being famous did make it super easy for me to find you. And I’ve always wanted to meet you—”


“Oh! But how were you able to feel that way?” Karen cut in with passion in her voice. “You didn’t have hard feelings about it?”


“No, never! I don’t know why, but I only ever wanted to thank you for giving me life. So… thank you! I love life!” I stood up and paced around the deck, running my hand through my hair in joyful disbelief.


“Well, I don’t know what to say to that, but thank you. What a great attitude! It was the hardest thing I ever did to give you up.”


She paused, and then her voice took on a more somber tone. “Diane, it’s quite unnatural for a mother to be separated from her newborn. I remember sitting in a fetal position on my bed, rolling along the wall, unable to control my sobbing. They didn’t let me hold you. If they had I would never have let you go. I got to see you one time; a kind nurse led me to a window. I peered through the glass. You were in distress! You had scratched your face with your little fingernails. It was all so much to bear.”


At that moment, I wished she had held me, that she had kept me. Her openness was amazing. “Thank you for sharing that.” My words came out in a whisper. I could barely breathe as the revelation of my mother’s love washed over me.


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Available as an e-book, paperback, hard cover, and audiobook.


What’s your favorite activity to shake off the winter doldrums?


Walking in the woods!


Why is your featured book a cure for the winter blues?


The book’s vivid descriptions will take you on a journey through time to a picturesque fishing village, a country home in the woods, and a light-filled Hollywood home, while being swept into a heart-warming true story.


Giveaway –


One lucky reader will win a $35 Amazon gift card



Open internationally.


Runs March 1 – 31, 2024


Drawing will be held on April 1, 2024. 


Author Biography:


Diane Bay is an artist and author. She studied graphic arts and creative writing at the College of DuPage. Like her birth mother Karen Black, Diane loves life and lives in the present moment. Her passion is painting. She currently lives in Central Florida. She and her husband, Rich, have three adult sons and four grandchildren.


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Mar 23

I read a lot of holiday romances!


Lisa J Lickel
Lisa J Lickel
Mar 22

Love this!


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Mar 22

Thank you for sharing your heartfelt memoir in our event!

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