On the fumbling art of foster parenting. April 16, 2014
About a week after our foster daughter – let’s call her Polliwog for the sake of expediency – arrived in our home, I met one of her relatives.  Until that fateful moment I had always operated under a rather misguided belief →MORE...

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When I told my father he said, “I’m in trouble.“ April 10, 2014
Charlotte: How old is Daddy? Me: 37. Oh.  Wow!  People don’t usually last that long!

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