I don’t know if I’m going to survive my child’s preschool experience. Everything about it seems hell bent on making me feel stupid. Now, I admit, sometimes I can be dense. You know, when I was first looking into adoption, I called an agency and was prepared to leave a message because no one ever answers their phone. So I was kind of unprepared when someone actually did – on the first ring. This was how the conversation went:
Me: Hi, I’m interested in adopting a baby.
Random Adoption Woman: What kind of adoption?
Me: (after a long pause) You … Read More »