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After Losing a Foster Child, Contemplating Another. {The New York Times}

Posted by on Jan 21, 2017 in Uncategorized | 3 comments

He’s sitting on a couch with his brothers, presumably in the home in which he’s now growing up. The photo has a graininess to it that is reminiscent of photos from the 1980s, but this picture is much more recent than that. It’s the first visual I’ve had of my former foster son since I hugged him goodbye. The boy we nicknamed “BlueJay” lived with us for...

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We can do hard things.

Posted by on Jan 11, 2017 in Uncategorized | 26 comments

We can do hard things. I came across that phrase for the first time recently. It was printed on a sign, sitting in the background of a room on a TV show I was watching. I grabbed the remote, rewound a few seconds, paused it and called out to Mike, “Look! We can do hard things.” “Maybe we need that sign,” he said. He knew what I meant without having to...

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On kicking 2016 to the curb.

Posted by on Dec 31, 2016 in Uncategorized | 2 comments

It may come as no surprise that I’m ready to bid 2016 an exuberant BUH-BYE! It hasn’t been my favorite year, guys. I know at least a few of you can relate. Yes, obviously, it was the year we had to say goodbye to our foster son, BlueJay, after nearly a year with him. But it was also the year my father was in a bad car accident. Six months...

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The Guest Room. {Literary Mama}

Posted by on Nov 16, 2016 in Uncategorized | 1 comment

“It’s so hot up there,” my husband says as he descends the stairs into our living room. “I know,” I say, not bothering to look up from my work to meet his eyes. “So hot.” We love our home, but like all homes, it is imperfect. Built in 1925, we revel in its charm. The wood detail that frames each window. The white...

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Good intentions, average follow-through.

Posted by on Oct 22, 2016 in Uncategorized | 3 comments

“Where were you today? Why didn’t you come to my classroom?” Ryan and I had just arrived home from school. I could tell he was in a bit of a sour mood, which isn’t unusual for a kid who was adjusting to full-day school for the first time. But this time, there was a little more sadness than usual behind his eyes. “My teacher asked whose mommies were coming...

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