The Indigestible

It’s nerve-​​​​wracking to think of it; you’re open­ing your home to a state-​​​​licensed inspec­tor whose job it is to basi­cally see you and look on where you live, how you live, and pass judg­ment on all of it. I spent the day off work final­iz­ing things. I needed a secure place for tox­ics such as bleach, anti­his­t­a­mines and so […]

So this is where it gets per­sonal. I got my fin­ger­print card from the state last month — it means there’s no legal bar­rier now between me and what­ever might hap­pen. I mean, my under­stand­ing is that now, if the adop­tion I want doesn’t go for­ward, it’ll be because I failed. I didn’t fol­low up or I did some­thing wrong, […]