Monthly Archives: June 2011

I’ve already told you that Foster Mom wanted my infant sister and acquiesced to taking me too. I still have ambivalent feelings towards her, though she’s been dead for over 20 years. Maybe she became bitter as a young woman … Continue reading →

I mentioned in a previous post that we weren’t allowed to go to other people’s places or have anyone over to our place. I don’t really understand the reasoning for this, perhaps we would glimpse what life was like beyond … Continue reading →

My first true love! I just thought he was the cat’s meow! What an odd saying, especially if you find a cat’s mewl annoying! At any rate, I can’t even remember what Jeffrey looked like, but I do get a … Continue reading →

I believe my foster sister was married before we arrived on the foster parent’s doorstep, though it may be that she was at home and left to be married after we arrived. She grew up seeing foster children come and … Continue reading →

Just like the runaway story, I imagine everyone has a “you’re different from me” story. My sister and I grew up without brothers and had no idea they were built differently than we were until this one day! It’s inexplicable, … Continue reading →

One of the magical moments in my young life was watching ladybugs move about both inside and outside my bedroom window. I could completely lose myself while observing “bugs”. I just loved ladybugs. Then there’s the house fly which I … Continue reading →

Grade 2, Mrs. M is my teacher and I unequivocally hate this monkey-faced woman. She hovers; relentlessly reminding me that I am going to fail. “You’re going to fail, D”! Over and over again, ad nauseam. I’m guessing it was … Continue reading →

It occurred to me that as I was writing the previous post that perhaps one of the reasons I have food issues may stem from all those days where I was sent to my room without supper. Plus, we weren’t … Continue reading →

I expect everyone has a “I’m going to run away from home” story. Mine starts out with being sent to my room, without dinner, again. My foster parents and my sister left the house and me in it. I would … Continue reading →

As the oldest of two, while living in the foster home, I was held responsible for my sister. My sister and I did not get along well together. I won’t say that we never had any fun together. There are … Continue reading →