Bloody Nipples
The birthmother has found us again. She calls, ranting, stupid-drunk, threatening to come to our house to take back her child. Even though it has been five years since she signed the...
View ArticleSalad Days
I once made a salad in the car – while driving. Right before I walked out the door, I remembered there was a carry-in lunch at work to celebrate a birthday. I ran back in the kitchen and grabbed a head...
View ArticleDreading Reading About Newtown, Connecticut
I opened the paper this morning, chanting, “Please don’t let it be Asperger’s. Please don’t let it be Asperger’s.” I scanned the articles quickly about the shooting in Newtown, Connecticut, dreading...
View ArticleTeaching in the Post-Newtown World
My department chair started the new semester by giving us a list. “Resources to Use if a Student Needs Help.” I scanned the checklist. “What to do if a student is: failing, homeless, suicidal, violent...
View ArticleHow do your tell your child she's biracial and adopted?
“She looks like you,” I tell my daughter. She turns toward the TV to watch the Cheerios commercial. A little biracial girl is talking to her mom about how to keep Daddy healthy. The mother...
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