“How would you like to get your feet wet?” That was how the social worker began a phone call on March 24th that changed my…
Category: Foster Land
There was a marquee sign outside the foster agency office, beckoning, “become a foster parent!” So I did. Shortly after my friend’s wedding—the moment when…
When we happened to bump into a group of new acquaintances a few months ago, I could feel Jane tugging at my hand, wiggling with…
Today, I took my daughters to a park near our house. It was crowded with other families. While we were playing, I noticed a grandmother…