I’m A Mess

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

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...
Tired

Tired

I’m tired. You know the feeling? A nap isn’t going to do it. This is tired in your soul. The kind of tired that comes from managing dentist appointments, and speech evaluations, DFCS visits, and the pulmonologist. This is tired from the broken wrist and broken foster...

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