foster parenting

Pee-wee and the Swarm

Maybe they timed their flight from the hive to match my morning round of chores. Maybe they wanted me to see them go, majestic as glitter...

Thirty-Three

I couldn't hear the ticking sound. They ran through my pounding head, over and over. There were goats and sheep and the little clothes...

A Hundred Sunrises

Only through the photograph of a friend did I see the shades of fireball orange, candy pink, and smoky lavender that painted the sky....

Waiting to Blow

He stands proudly with stiffened shoulders, cheeks puffed as to nearly usurp his smug stone smile. The sparkle in the eyes of this...

Lost in the Dark Gray

He's joyful as he glides like a stunt plane along the cement hills and ramps at the skate park. He's riding a scooter, the...

Digging Up the Mint

It must have been an imposter: leggy, medium green, and without fanfare, it grew in great bunches where there had been mint last year. I...

The Demise of Mr. Happiness

I'm getting better at cracking open the boxes of my hives. I had better be, as beekeeping season is upon us. When I check on my bees, I...

When the Dusky Sky was Most Beautiful

I found them at the hour when the dusky sky was most beautiful. There was a small spot of darkness on the mounded snow, just where the...

Lost, For a Little While

It was easier when I could just carry them. With both the trusted old purple hiking backpack and my Ergo newborn front carrier strapped...

Behind the Veil of a Beekeeper

I got a new bee suit. It's white, with three layers of mesh and a double zipper system to keep me completely covered and to prevent...

Bumblefoot and Bread

I brought her in the house to die, but she didn’t. Rosalina is one of my original twelve hens…actually eleven, because Wendell turned out...

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