Empty Arms, Broken Heart

Sunday afternoon we went to the farm so my dad could put another starter on the van (the third one in three years – the last one he put ...

When I first became a foster mom I dreaded going out with my foster children for fear of being “that mom.” You know the one, you’ve seen...

At the beginning of the year I randomly decided to create a wreath for each month of the year to adorn our front door. I had so much fun...

I mentioned sometime back about moving my desk location at work, thus putting me closer to the young woman who is pregnant. It hasn’t be...

My cousin’s  baby shower is this weekend. I got the invitation a few weeks ago and promptly lost it. Even if I was flirting with the ide...

“We are so fertile.” Giggle, giggle. “I didn’t even track it. We said we would just figure it out.” “I said ‘we’re Dominican, this...

After a short period of calm with the new TSS worker and mobile therapist, Chica Marie’s behaviors are ratcheting up to out-of-control t...