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comfort food

Have you ever noticed that the real key to comfort food is having someone else make it for you? That and the food is weird. Dang weird to anyone outside of those making it and those being comforted by it. My mom used to make lumpy malt-o-meal for breakfast. She was a harried chef. Most … Continue reading

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you think you know someone

I thought I knew my dad. Because I’ve always known him haven’t I? Since the literal moment I was born. Before then really. But last night, I met him–really saw him for who he was, independent of being my dad–for the very first time. And now, I know him. Other people knew him. They’ve been … Continue reading

why I foster

  Why. It’s a good question. Even without a question mark. I’m introspective so I ask it a lot. I’m extroverted so then I answer. (That’s right, I can’t stop talking even when I’m the only one listening.) Right now, I’m asking it. Why do I. And here’s what I am answering to myself. Because. … Continue reading

my big man

My man.  I love him.  No one makes me laugh harder or roll my eyes more. Especially giggle/eye-roll worthy is his tendency to break into song.  We might be having a serious conversation about gun control (about which we very seriously disagree) and then it’s over because he’s singing, “Everybody run! The homecoming queen’s got … Continue reading

my little man

I’m wondering if someone could tell me exactly when we lose our innocence and start to care more about what others think of us than about what makes us happy?  Because I’m hoping it never, ever happens to this guy. In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s broad daylight and he’s rollerblading in his mario pajamas. … Continue reading

standing in the circle

All better today from the angsty, angry post of two days past. These people are the reason why. They are teenagers in foster care at reality town with me.  I am the city manager, the military recruiter, the car dealer, the banker, and the home improver – depending on when you drop in.  They are … Continue reading

purple minions

My ten-year-old and I went to see Despicable Me 2.  You know we loved 1 right?  The bad guys, the minions, the adoption, the adoption softening the badness of the bad guys.  What’s not to love?  Plus.  Fluffy unicorns? Curse you tiny toilet?  Pure writing genius. And I liked Despicable Me 2 too.  But my … Continue reading

don’t fit

Sometimes I think we look for ways to exclude ourselves.  I think this because I do it.  I think this because my friends do it.  Do you do it? I had a really great, kind of therapeutic, complaining session with a friend the other day where we listed all of the ways we don’t fit … Continue reading

raging

I got it yesterday.  The big “I HATE YOU!” with a nice addition of “You’re and IDIOT! and The. Worst. Mom. Ever.” No.  Not for the first time. It came because I suggested my son go to his karate class.  I thought I almost had the fury under control when I surprised him by agreeing … Continue reading