My Son’s Mother

via Daily Prompt: Betrayed He wasn't my son, not yet. My stomach twisted sharply pulling into the parking lot. I scanned the park playground through my open window for a face similar to the sweet boy eagerly waiting to get out of my car. Children ran and screamed, jumping from monkey bars to swings, flying … Continue reading My Son’s Mother

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