We got the bad news late last night. “We regret to inform you that your adoption application was denied.” I was grateful the boys were sleeping; I didn’t have the heart to tell Ian yet. After all, he was the one that initiated the process by telling us how badly he wanted us to adopt…
From piano lesson to life lesson
I ask him if I can sit next to him and he says yes, so we sit side- by- side together he and I His fingers touch the keys with conviction while mine graze them timidly as if I’m meeting an old friend who seems less familiar than I had hoped and it’s all…
I Know a Damn Good Parent When I See One
He walked in in the middle of Ian’s haircut, his young daughter clinging to his legs, her eyes locked on the floor of the salon. “Does she need a haircut?” asked one of the stylists, and I cringed a little at the thought of a pair of scissors anywhere near the little girl’s gorgeous, shiny,…
Eggs and bacon for two, not three
And it’s times like these, as I watch my younger son head out the door on a camping trip with his father that my heart swells with joy for them while a fog of unfairness looms in the background It’s times like these that as a mother I feel so fucking helpless knowing that…