Petra and I were playing with dolls when the “boys” came for us. Petra, a foster child newly come to our household, was just barely growing back a head full of thick black hair, having been shaved bald initially due to lice and other unfortunate symptoms of previous foster homes. She jumped up to join …
“Mommy it’s hot!”“Mommy I’m thirsty!”“Mommy my feet hurt!”“MommyMommyMommyMommy…” Walking 3 blocks to my new job as the new base piano teacher hadn’t seemed as daunting as it was now turning out to be. Walking 3 blocks with two 3-year-olds and one 5-year-old was quite a different story. The closer we got, the slower they walked. …
I AM . . .I sit, eyes closed, legs folded, in a darkened room, and begin my mantra.“Who am I?” I repeat, over and over continuously. . .My nose itches; I adjust my legs and roll my shoulders.“Who am I?” I continue. . .A vague feeling of unease comes over me. I focus on the …