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August. Brown is starting to dot my garden, and we’ve arrived at the bittersweet juncture of greenhouse clearances and fastly approaching chill. My birthday is…
August. Brown is starting to dot my garden, and we’ve arrived at the bittersweet juncture of greenhouse clearances and fastly approaching chill. My birthday is…
To recap as it’s been many months since I’ve written anything here, it’s been a year since we said goodbye to children we raised just…
Foster care is a series of building walls, bargaining, and small concessions. It’s been four months of absence after nearly four years of raising the…
It’s been a month since the kids left, and I don’t have words to express the heartache I’ve succumbed to. Every day I struggle to…
It’s been a week. I was right in the middle of my textbook stress and grieving process when it hit like an anvil. For whatever…
As we get ready to send our kids off, we want to ease the difficulty of the transition as much as possible, and we don’t…
“But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to…
Dear child. We have come to a fork in the road. I can no longer see where your path leads, and I cannot hold your…