Sweet friend, can we talk? In just a few hours, the clock will strike midnight, and the calendar page will flip. This year will be gone, and for many, the ending looks nothing like what they had hoped or imagined. It's often during this time of the year that we glance back to the moments… Continue reading A New Year and New Hope
Somewhere tonight there is a woman, sitting next to the twinkling lights of her Christmas tree and staring at the fireplace mantle. Year after year, her heart tells her head, "Here's another Christmas with no children's stockings to hang or cookies to bake for Santa." I can see the tears fall on her sweet face… Continue reading To the Childless Woman at Christmas…
Everything was organized, planned and ready to go except what time we would be leaving the following morning for our weekend getaway to accomplish a silly seven-year dream of mine--the dream of touring the Christmas Story house in Cleveland, Ohio. I thought we would sleep in a little later than usual and even make breakfast… Continue reading It Will Be Worth It
I will never forget the first time I saw her shoes. It was a cold wintry day in November, and there I sat speechless, patting her hand while wrapping my arm around her shoulder. I didn't know what to do or say. I occasionally muttered the words, "I'm sorry," but each time I said it,… Continue reading Wearing Her Shoes
There I stood in the cereal aisle at Walmart when another woman approached me. She began complimenting our foster princess on her well-behaved manners before pointing out her beautiful blonde curls that were tucked so neatly behind her pink bow. She began questioning where she got her hair since it is so much different from… Continue reading Foster Parenting is Not Always Tea Parties and Coloring
