The Greatest Gift–part 3

A continuation of The Greatest Gift part 2 To start at the beginning: Part 1 My caseworker drove me 20 miles out of town, down 7 miles of dusty dirt road to a small house with a big back porch and a barn in the back yard. I could see horses in the distance and... Continue Reading →

The Greatest Gift–part 2

A continuation of The Greatest Gift –part 1. My time at the next home was short. I can't say they were horrible foster parents, but they weren't Melrose. I quickly noticed the differences. I no longer got to go on shopping trips, no longer got to pick out what I needed or balance my ledger. There... Continue Reading →

If I could, I’d Miss Him.

5 years old: I stood and stared, for hours, out of the window of our New York apartment building waiting for my father to show up. It was my birthday. He never showed up. I don’t remember much about New York, but I remember looking out of that window for a long time. I remember... Continue Reading →

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