On Friday, I will co-host a giveaway on Instagram in collaboration with my talented friends Alison and Wendy. Stay tuned!
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.
I am relieved to find, in the middle of my grief, that this wound is cleaner because I didn’t insist that he save me out of it.
I didn’t realize when I asked for “human kindness and divine provision” what a gift it would be to read over that list. Thank you.
If you follow me on social media, you know this already… but guess what happened this week!
I am snapping lots of photos of this glorious world. I can tell you about my current life with them easily. Watch this.
“We all come to foster care with mixed emotions, histories, and motives. Please don’t forget that this story is not primarily about you.”