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Denied.

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…

Dear Mr. Scarborough and MSNBC

Dear Mr. Scarborough and MSNBC: When I heard about the tragedy in Colorado last week I was at once horrified and filled with sorrow. My heart could barely contain the grief I felt on behalf of the victims and their families. This senseless act of violence at the hands of James Holmes – a man…

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3 That’s how many pounds he’s lost, according to the scale at the doctor’s office today. 0 That’s how many pounds he can afford to lose before he fails to thrive. Again. 5 That’s how many times I cried today as I thought of those 3 pounds and how they managed to slip away while…