Dreams, Faith, This is Foster Care

Draw the Circle

Love & prayer. These are two words ever so close to my heart. There are two "men" who are always on my heart. I pray for them constantly throughout my day because it's all I've got. I'm praying for one I love because I know no other way to love him. I pray every day… Continue reading Draw the Circle


Things I Would Like To Do . . .

Where are you, Baby? Still somewhere choosing your words carefully, I presume? There's a hole here in this big house. It feels even bigger than normal. There are things I'd like to do with you. I'd like to cook an extravagant dinner with you, music playing, and candles burning. I'd like to argue debate pointless &… Continue reading Things I Would Like To Do . . .


Things I need

Sleep. More sleep. To eat meals when I'm hungry. To see the way you look at me sometimes. But just...all the time. Your arms around me. Someone to tell me it's going to be alright. To know there's a reason and a rhyme for how I ended up here, heart so tired and broken.

Dreams, Faith

Babies & White Picket Fences

  One day you wake up and you're no longer young. I mean young, young. As a woman, you near a certain point where you begin to be more and more certain that you will not give birth to a child. Some women go through adulthood with that desire a distant thought or a "Eh. I… Continue reading Babies & White Picket Fences