My mother told me that when I was a baby/toddler, I had a fascination with the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” I used to script it constantly, singing it at socially inappropriate volumes (i.e. extremely loudly) in public places as well as at home – even when it was nowhere near Christmastime/winter. Another mother …
The real “f” word is not the four letter one. It is a word that appears benign But in actuality is far more profane than the other. It’s a six letter “f” word. You probably know it… “Foster.” As in “foster” child. Image is a graphic that describes many troubling statistics of children in US …
Not too long ago, I sent out a desperate plea for help. My family was (is) faced with one of the most difficult situations we’d ever encountered, and we did not have the means to handle it alone. (Many of you might be familiar with the situation; but for those who are not, this link will …
Just like she began planning for her January birthday way back in October, my almost 13 year old daughter has already started planning excitedly for another special day in her life and our family. In early March, we will celebrate the 8th year anniversary of the day we were blessed to have her become a …
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Please God, keep my babies with me. Please God, keep my babies with me. Please God, don’t let them take my kids. I’ll do anything, anything. Just let me keep my kids. My kids. My kids. Please God. Don’t let them. Please don’t let them take my kids. Please. Please. Please don’t let them take …
To my sons My beloved sons Your smiles are etched into my mind, my soul, my heart. Your laughter is my favorite song. Fierce, feral, deep love for you courses through my veins Beats in my chest Fills my lungs. My precious sons If only you could know how much you are loved How much …
Hi everyone. It happened. It was horrible. And it’s going to happen again, soon (date not yet confirmed). It was NOT what I expected; it was WORSE. I have a headache from endless crying, but I think I needed to get it out. I was sad. Now I’m mad. I’m mad because the truth is …
Dearest friends, (I hope you all don’t mind a blog post as an update. I know it’s not the same as responding to people individually, but it’s all I am able to manage right now. I hope you can all “feel” my heart through my words.) When I tentatively rejoined/reconnected with the “real world” today …
I lied to them. Over two years ago when we finally brought them home, after all those years of bureaucracy and fighting to make it happen. They were finally home. Home. I wrapped my arms around them and told them this was their home. Their mom. Their dad. Their siblings. They’d never have to leave; …
