How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.

Confession: I promised myself I’d never go back on WIC again – Women, Infants, and Children food and nutrition service. I used the program once before, for a foster son with special needs who lived entirely on Pediasure. He drank $10-$15 a day, and neither we nor his birth mother, to whom he was returning, […]

You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.

We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.

After the pies are baked, they pop right out – like mini springform pans without the spring. They are the cutest ever.