The Unknown War I Fight

Being the mother of a lost child I have noticed there is a war raging and because I am who I am, by default I find myself on one side of the fence.  I don't want to be here.  I don't want to belong.  I didn't even notice the ragging war myself until just recently when someone pointed it out on my blog.  Sure, I knew and understood people would say stupid things because I had been tossed my own fare share and I even have a mental list of "do not says" to a grieving mother I can quickly list off, but war? ...more

My Who? My What?

"Is that your adopted daughter?"  I'm asked as the stranger leans over to take a peek at the creature playing at my feet. ...more