foster
Foster care makes all the difference in the life of a young child that's been neglected or rescued from harm's way.
My Parenting Passion
A Dream Is Born I loved magazines before I could even pronounce the word. I’d say “mazzah-geen” over and over, demanding that my parents hand over their just-read copies of Time and Science News and The Atlantic. I’d sprawl on the floor on my stomach, flipping through glossy pages and devouring stories and opinions and news.
By Lacey Doddrow5 years ago in Families
Eternal Spring
She came to me with only a blanket and one sock. Her blue eyes, big and round as blueberries, were open wide; her hair, a tangle of soft brown brush twisting in a wild halo above her soft cheeks. She knew nothing of me, and I knew only her name, but she became mine that afternoon. June. That was her name, and she embodied that sweet high heat, that burst of fragrant color in the garden, that blinding sparkle off the lake. She was my reminder of the beauty and hopefulness that June always brought me. She came into my life with only a blanket and one sock. But she brought eternal spring within her.
By Kayleen Barlow5 years ago in Families
Was I Lucky To Have Two Mothers?
I had a mother forty years older than me, but never a blood father. I have since discovered where my father is, and I don't care. My birth mother Margaret, although intelligent was given a terrible hand with the abundance of illnesses she experienced in her life, apparently from a young age. This is because she had a beautiful mother, although a violent father, mainly because of PTSD from fighting in wars. As a result, he somehow had a curse towards women, and idolised men. My grandmother had a brutal time, having to go to the pub each pay day, to ensure that he doesn't spend his entire pay on alcohol. The family were hungry beyond measure at times (being my birth mother, and her two brothers.)
By Justine Crowley5 years ago in Families
A non-Mom, still a Boss Mom
“I’m a non-mom, as all of us who do this work are non-parents.” I just looked at her waiting for her to explain. We had only just met, I walked through the door of the house on the farthest right plot on Miodrzewiowa Street. I got off at the bus stop and walked as per her instructions in our email exchange. The autumn leaves were already beginning to pave a colorful glistering carpet, I caught the eye of a big colorful rabbit. I knew I was in the right place.
By Anna Kopacz5 years ago in Families
Patty Brown
Alone in her room, while her roommate was away at work, wept a young black woman. Her feet and legs ached from work, herself. Five hours at the gas station after an early morning shift at the restaurant for the third day in a row left her very tired. She was exhausted, but she could not sleep. She laid there on her bed, staring at the ceiling and counting the endless ticks from the clock in the living room.
By Felicia Ramos Kreye5 years ago in Families
I Will Stand on the Moon and Watch You Circle the Globe
Ms. Eleanor lived down the hall. The first time I saw her it was Halloween. I’d just had two cavities filled, and I was not in the mood for candy collecting, but Mr. and Mrs. Smith asked me to take David and Lily. They were okay kids. They never hassled me about being black in a white family. They had parents. I had someone to remind me about homework, to care about when I went to bed, and to take me to the dentist. I was a foster kid. I knew I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t a Smith, but that was okay.
By Olivia Lee Stogner5 years ago in Families
