The Exhaustion of Being Othered

I just started a book this morning. I’m 1/4 of the way through it and can barely put it down. I didn’t expect to feel this way about it. I picked it up because there are so few books about Burma/Myanmar or written by authors from there, and I want to understand more about myContinue reading “The Exhaustion of Being Othered”

Racism 101 in my Household

Sunny learned about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in school. On the Monday holiday honoring him, she got up bright and early and asked me enthusiastically, “Are we going to go see Dr. King Jr. today?” My heart thumped extra hard. I explained to her that he is dead now, and that he’d been shotContinue reading “Racism 101 in my Household”

It’s a Birthday. Brace for Impact.

Birthdays for foster kids can be unexpectedly full of strange emotions and events. It’s Sunny’s 9th birthday today, and she’s suuuuper excited. For one thing, her family didn’t really celebrate birthdays so this is an exciting new “English” (non-Muslim) tradition for her. For another, like all kids, she wants to be the center of attentionContinue reading “It’s a Birthday. Brace for Impact.”

Representation Matters, Again

The other morning I found a video of Say Yes to the Dress Lancashire by accident. Well, ok, not really by accident, it’s sort of a guilty pleasure. I simply adore Gok. I think he’s pure magic with women who have body image issues and I’m totally here for it. But I digress. The brideContinue reading “Representation Matters, Again”

Closing in on 1,000 isn’t “lucky”

Sprout has been in foster care 921 days.  By the time we get to court next, it’ll have been 963 days. I am a nervous wreck. I don’t know what to expect in court other than an excruciatingly emotional day. I’ve worked as a lawyer in the system but never got to this stageContinue reading “Closing in on 1,000 isn’t “lucky””

A Happy Shindig

Tonight we went to a barn dance at the farm where Sprout rides horses. It’s a program primarily for disabled people, so most folks who ride there have physical or intellectual disabilities or both. It’s an amazing program. I found it a JOY to be surrounded by people who weren’t giving the kids weird looks.Continue reading “A Happy Shindig”

Training, Daily

Every year I’m asked by our agency if I’ve done any “training” on foster parenting. It’s part of our recertification process and I want to talk a little about the training I do almost daily. To become a foster parent, there is a training requirement. It’s a class, which for us was 11 weeks IContinue reading “Training, Daily”

Religion is Tricky

The Backstory I was raised Catholic. Seth was raised intermittently Pentecostal – i.e. Pentecostal when his parents weren’t getting kicked out of churches for pushing limits. We both walked away from our childhoods abhorring organized religion and its exclusivity. About 22 years later, when Kiddo had been with us for about 6 months, we realizedContinue reading “Religion is Tricky”

Some Sunshine

On Tuesday, Sprout’s sister “Sunny” (8) joined us for… well, for now. It’s foster care so who the heck knows for how long? There are some relatives who may take her and her three other siblings (5), (12), and (13) soon. Or maybe it won’t work out. Maybe she’ll leave next week. Or maybe she’llContinue reading “Some Sunshine”

Overwhelmed by the World’s Grief

The news right now is pretty grim. It always is but it seems exceptionally so right now. The worst parts for me are the stories that evidence discrimination, hatred, fear, and control: the racism-driven massacre at a grocery store in Buffalo, NY; anti-trans laws being proposed and passed across the country, especially those targeting kids;Continue reading “Overwhelmed by the World’s Grief”