“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…
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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…
A “love squeeze” is what my mom called a hand squeeze that means “I love you.” Love squeezes are especially useful during car rides, the…
When I first met Jane, she didn’t have any language. She sparkled with intelligence and interest in the world around her. She invented games with…