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Going Through the Rubble
Details of the story she told the night before materialize, and I lose my breath. With shaky hands I gather them together like puzzle pieces, desperate for answers. Renée Longshore Tweet With confusion and sorrow, I wonder. Will these become…
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Chapter 29
It was a girl date like any other. Pam was now happily married and some more time had passed since we last got together. I cannot remember who initiated it, but I recall how it progressed. We were going to…
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Chapter 28
It was a beautiful day in the later afternoon. The ceremony was held at a location filled with flowers in bloom, tucked in a plethora of trees. Pam was beautiful, Cassandra was poised, and Art was one lucky man! The…
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Chapter 27
In this security, our relationship evolved. I mourned with her as she was rejected after job interviews, and rejoiced in the hope of each new possibility. I wanted to fix everything for her and help her onto the easy road…
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Chapter 26
By the time Naomi’s first birthday rolled around, she was legally ours. This means that the state of California officially established and recognized us as her parents, granting us full rights under the law. This is the point in time…
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Chapter 25
I did what I could do, learned how to manage life in general with four little ones. We moved into our new home and slowly settled in. Every night I was careful to check all the door and window locks,…
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Chapter 24
When Naomi turned four weeks old, Pam called us. She wanted to meet up at the mall again, with Patti and Cassandra, for another visit. The conversation was light as we managed to avoid talking about anything in particular. Of…
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Chapter 23
It did not take long for us to receive a call from Mary: Pam wanted her to facilitate a meeting with Joe. If my Mama alarms were not already going off, maybe this declaration would not have seemed so threatening.…
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The Road to Rehab
If anyone has ever experienced dropping their child off at a Residential Facility, I need not write more. They’d get it. The desperate feeling of having no other choice, the complete relief accompanied with guilt, the hesitance to even let…
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Addiction
It is not a loud visitor, the unruly guest. Addiction is quiet and deceptive. It breaks us, bit by bit until we haven’t the strength or will to fight. Renée Longshore Tweet I am crushed. My heart hurts deeper than…