Tag: foster care

Inspection

I came at three, the meeting mandatory Walked the tiny path to the back door A black garbage bag, full, crammed, untied Dripping on to the yard, iced tea bottles with no lids She answered my knocking, she’d been waiting A stack of newspapers…

Kindness for Its Own Sake

Today, I’m posting a link to a piece I wrote about thinking that there’s magic in single acts, that doing one thing will change everything. And how I realized that putting my expectations on someone else is wrong-headed. Kindness should happen for its own…

Heart like a Stone

From my seat at the table, I could see Marla walking across the courtyard with a young woman, probably her foster care case manager. They were walking fast, in step, almost like they were a couple that might be holding hands except Marla was holding…

Role Model

She asked me if I’d take her to the funeral. She said in a text: “Will u take me? I can’t get a ride.” So I said, yes, I would drive her. This would be another one of the things that I probably wouldn’t…

Handcuffs on the Floor

As soon as I sat down today in the visitor’s gallery of Children’s Court, I saw the handcuffs on the floor. Actually they’re ankle cuffs, one end anchored to the floor with bolts and the other to be put around the ankle of the…

Role Model

She asked me if I’d take her to the funeral. She said in a text: “Will u take me? I can’t get a ride.” So I said, yes, I would drive her. This would be another one of the things that I probably wouldn’t…

How Many Chances Do You Get?

9 of 18 What’s fair, do you think? One chance? Two? Three strikes and you’re out? Say you’re a mom who left your five-year old and six-month old baby alone so you could score some heroin on the corner. Should you get another chance?…

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