Yesterday, on my lunch break, I went by my foster care agency’s office to drop off the last of Mr. Four Year Old’s belongings. I’ve never explained this on the blog before but I am (I suppose that should be was) a therapeutic foster parent.  What this basically means is that instead of going directly [...]

I’m still here. – — – Here is what I’m doing: packing the rest of Mr. Four Year Old’s things (talk about a heartbreaking task) catching up at work (I took a few much-needed vacation days) missing my boyfriend (he just left after being here for ten days) editing six photography sessions (bride, bride, bride, [...]

I quit fostering today. I didn’t want to.  I like Mr. Four Year Old.  Every single worker on his case said it was in his best interest to stay with me.  It was.  He needed to stay with me. But his mother, fresh out of the system at age 18, made that impossible. Illegal addictions. [...]

I want to ask you a favor. Every few days, I get emails that invariably begin with “You don’t know me, but I read your blog and I just wanted to tell you that I pray for you, your foster kids, etc. all the time.”  When I get these emails, I’m dumbfounded.  Maybe it’s just [...]