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I’m A Mess
I’m such a mess. I’m keeping 4 children alive, two of them belong to another mother, and also to me for the time being. I’m writing down appointments for our children in foster care to attend trauma therapy, the pulmonologist, physical therapy, the occupational...
My Mother’s Finger-The Birth of the Mess Method
I saw her press her lips together, puff out her cheeks, and I knew the tears would follow. And, I couldn’t stop. I have white furniture and four children. Two of them are forever, two are for now, and of those two are hovering at two years old. As a foster...
Dragging My Feet
I’m dragging my feet. I’m scared that I might not be enough. I’m worried that all of the fears and insecurities I try to hide will somehow be exposed. And even worse, validated. I’m worried that by taking steps toward my dreams, I will open myself up to feedback that...