An Open Letter to the Birth Father of My Adopted Son

Dear Birth Father of my adopted son, You don’t know me and you don’t know you have a son, so this letter is the equivalent of a tree falling in an uninhabited forest.  I can accept the law of physics that says the delicate ferns reclining in the shade, ripe huckleberries clustering indiscreetly, and hopeful seedlings […]

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Yes, Nosey Bitch, I Am His REAL Mother!

  “No, we are NOT getting Skittles, Max!” I said. “But, Mom! I wanna taste the rainbow. Pleeeeeeeese!” The woman in front of us with the “Jesus Saves”  tote bag looked at him, then at me, then back at him with a grin.  “He’s precious.” I rolled my eyes.  “Thanks.” “Put the candy back, Max.  […]

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