The Tricky Troll that Takes a Toll

Grief is a funny old thing. Like an ornery old troll lurking behind his white hair and droopy eyelids but ready to spark a little mischief and trickery at the first opportunity. Just when you think you are over something and ready to move forward, suddenly, grief appears and you are thrown back into the…

Fostering T: The Aftermath

I looked down at the horse crap on my empty pant leg.  “More crap, just what I need,” I thought.  Being an amputee with an empty pant leg, I had closed my car door while unknowingly shutting my pant leg in the door of the car and then traveled all the way to Quarryville, PA…

It’s a…Two Boys!

It’s a girl! two BOYS! In the past month our lives have been turned upside down.  Yes, my last post was about our journey and hopes in becoming a foster family.  That has happened.  More accurately, that bomb exploded (haha).  Instead of receiving one child under the age of five as anticipated we received a…