Luckwouldhaveit
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Luckwouldhaveit

Thanks - we'll get our license in the next few months and will likely meet our kid soon after.

I'm no hero - I just want to be a parent and this is, personally, the best way for me. Adopting from foster care means becoming a foster parent first and with that, knowing that a child placed in your home could be reunited with his birth family and that the child will have challenges that a newborn in a domestic

I think you just deal with it - talk to the kid, support the kid, answer the kid's questions appropriately. Unless there's an actual risk of harm to the child, it's more harmful to keep a huge part of their identity from them.

Being deep in the adoption process (like LaComptesse, adopting through our state's foster system) I hear the "no birth mother drama" reasoning so often, and it's the complete opposite of what most adoption experts advise. Even in the foster-adopt world, where birth parents' parental rights have been severed for

Me too, and then I feel bad for being suspicious because I want to believe that people wouldn't lie to and manipulate others over serious subjects, especially something so devastating as cancer.

I hope someone - the professor who brought this to light or someone in the college's administration - will reach out to this young woman, befriend her, help her to get counseling and to find a safe community on campus.

That's awesome. I too would be disappointed to get a t-shirt instead of a burrito, because those giveaway t-shirts are usually men's shirts and they fit me terribly. While burritos always fit. Perhaps we need to put the Mythbusters team on this, see if they can fix the burrito/cannon problem.

I'm afraid to Google "t-shirt filled burritos." Food or clothes?

This is why I've spent my 30s sitting quietly in a dark room, eating only Greek yogurt and this avocado face-mask stuff I read about on GOOP.

I made my husband have "The Talk" with my 75-year-old widower dad. Epic levels of awkward.

I'm on that team too. Let's call it Team OliMelbac.

Revolving doors don't kill people, people who push too hard on the revolving door behind you bc they are impatient assholes and you are on crutches hopping while pushing the revolving door kill people (or at least make you hit your head and fall inside the little revolving door compartment).

Go Seahawks! Win the Sportsball!

Flat-iron, then large-barrel curling iron? I think the trick is to use a setting lotion before blow-drying, and holding each curl while it cools. Once all curls are done are cooled, run fingers through.

After my dad's gut surgery this summer, we were all eagerly waiting to hear whether he had passed gas, as that's the sign that your gut has "woken up". Best text ever, from my sister, "The Eagle has farted. I repeat, the eagle has farted."

Omg, you're right. I had laparoscopic, not endoscopic, surgery. So, recovery is probably not nearly as terrible (and I am awful at science words.)

Word. I had my gall bladder out with endoscopic surgery and it's no picnic - certainly not worth a 17-pound weight loss.

Damn it, now I want an 18th c repro tent for my backyard.

I clicked on this story expecting Juan Pablo to have appeared as a guest and willing participant in this bit. I am dissapoint.

Can we assume that the series is written by one or more of the work-for-hire writers in his "fiction factory," where they do all the creative work and he takes the money & credit?
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