There are things that I wish you understood about my kid. I realize that he is one of 29 other children in your classroom and you really don’t need one more thing on your plate. But, the more I understand about trauma, the more I realize how much it affected my entire classroom. The extent of my training for childhood… Read More
She sat across from me, a walking contradiction of motherhood, the embodiment of everything I had spent the last 10 years trying to repair. She represented the mother each of my children had lost when they entered the foster care system. The woman who I feared when we took the foster care training classes. This woman was the unseen spectre… Read More