Happiness. It's relative.
I wasn’t there the day my son was born. On no other day of the year is this fundamental truth so striking. He had, or maybe still has, another mother, the one who was there the day he was born. While I’m conscious of… Continue Reading “A Day to Celebrate”
“We heard you were going to send her back.” The school social worker looked at me over her glasses, raising an eyebrow in disapproval. Where had she heard that? Those words had never been spoken, at least not by me. Was she clairvoyant? Yes,… Continue Reading “Giving Adopted Kids Back”
I’ve had a really bad attitude about Mountain Dew ever since I watched a PBS special about dental issues in Appalachia. So seeing my son walk into a funeral with a half-drunk MD in the back pocket of his jeans really put me around the… Continue Reading “Dew I Know You?”
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