Who am I to this little girl, and who is she to me? By Susan Miller
foster child
I don’t want to mess this up. I live in fear of being seen as a privileged person with an accessory on my arm. By Jenn O’Connor
My best efforts at parenting weren’t enough to make him stay. My son no longer wanted to call me “Mom.”
By Kelly A. Dorgan
We’ve raised three children of our own, but still have a little parenting left in us.
By Julianne Palumbo
I cling to the knowledge that if I have given her anything, I have given her hope. I see it in her smile.
By Jenn O’Connor