There are no bad people, not really

"Do you think my mom is a bad person?" Peanut asked, sitting at the kitchen counter, feet dangling over discarded flip-flops while eating a late breakfast. "I don't really know your mom," I answered cautiously, "why?" "cuz my last foster parent said my mom was a bad person and that's why I can't live with … Continue reading There are no bad people, not really

Expect Nothing

I've spent a lot of wasted time expecting people to be different. Expecting them to be thankful or honest. Expecting them to love unconditionally or be tolerant without question. Expecting them to be compassionate, self-less or encouraging. Expecting them to apologize. But mostly, I think I've just spent a lot of wasted time being disappointed, … Continue reading Expect Nothing

Five Minute Friday: Welcome

Two hours notice. There were a few quick phone calls back and forth between us and them while we were driving for Thai food and placing our dinner order. We had two hours notice that you would be standing on our doorstep, waiting to be welcomed inside. I'm not sure why I felt it was … Continue reading Five Minute Friday: Welcome

Five Minute Friday: Belong

I picture you here, snuggled under layers of covers, watching movies with your sisters. I picture Sunday morning pancakes, Friday night pizza parties, and ice-cream runs in the middle of the week. I picture Lego building marathons, afternoons baking cookies, trips to libraries, the museums, and the soccer fields. I picture you. You were not … Continue reading Five Minute Friday: Belong

This is my inside

I hoped Ed Sheeran would be my muse this morning. His music has been playing on shuffle for the last hour, but instead of being creatively ignited by rhythm and lyrics, I have merely been bobbing my head up and down, rocking shoulders left and right, in the midst of an imaginary crowd of musicians, surrounded … Continue reading This is my inside