Ripping Off the Bandaid

“Just tell me they’re leaving already,” I think as I continue a hard conversation about the future of our foster daughters with our caseworker. I want someone, anyone, to just rip off the bandaid to my heart and inform me … Continue reading

When Wasps Become Butterflies

When I was first born my parents were living on a countryside in rural Missouri. They rented a big, old farm house bordering the Missouri State Penitentiary that had a life of its own,  including mushrooms growing from the carpet, a swarm … Continue reading

At the Crossroads

It’s been 5 1/2 months since we officially became parents. This journey has been both nothing and exactly what I expected all at the same time. In a matter of months we have doubled the size of our family, our … Continue reading

If Only You Knew

I feel your heavy stares as I pull out my government issued benefits card to pay for the few groceries I have in my cart full of home goods and clothes. I know what you’re thinking, “This is what’s wrong … Continue reading