I am snapping lots of photos of this glorious world. I can tell you about my current life with them easily. Watch this.
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.
“We all come to foster care with mixed emotions, histories, and motives. Please don’t forget that this story is not primarily about you.”
If you pre-order my book this week, and tell me so, I will mail you a handwritten bookmark from me, and two of my favorite tea bags.
We ate shrimp tacos, trying to recreate the restaurant recipe with soft tortillas, black beans, white rice, sautéed shrimp, pineapple salsa.
“The Lord thy God is mighty… He will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.”
Children, children. Don’t you ever stop chewing on each other? Don’t you prefer to lay down control over the minutia of the universe?