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I sit in my room tears forming, anxiety swelling, and feelings of helplessness, fear, and sadness overwhelm my whole being. I’m going to...

“School’s out for summer…” I hear the kids chant as we celebrate the ending of the school year and the beginning of summer. We pile in to...

It’s January in Minnesota. I’m lost in my own thoughts as I look out my attic window to the front yard of my foster home.  The sun is...

I was 9 years old; I had been in the system for a little over a year and the realities of my new life had settled in. It was an extremely...

I was eight years old and had just been placed into my first foster home, a licensed group home with ten kids.

As a former foster kid, I want to thank all those who generously give during the holidays. You’re gifting more than presents; you’re giving.

Thanksgiving experience through the eyes of a foster kid.