July 8th, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		If there were a dozen red flags waving brazenly—her urgent need for money, lack of interest in who we were, trouble with the law—that was kind of the point. That was why Courtney was making an adoption plan
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		June 23rd, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		The family stories hovered like the clouds of dust that were inflaming Cass’ sinuses. Like dust, they’d been there forever, and I never quite saw them
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		April 23rd, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		From the back seat, my son's toothbrush blinked in red staccato to let him know how long to brush, and I thought of police cars.
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		March 22nd, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		Privileged parents are getting a dose of what poor parents have always known: When the system fails, we will be blamed and pitted against each other
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		February 23rd, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		The word that squeezes your stomach like a jungle snake is "unfair." You deserve a baby. Your dad’s girlfriend deserves the vaccine. Fairness—what a ridiculous concept to cling to
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		January 26th, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		I know there’s a simple solution to this quagmire, which is to turn off the TV (not so simple during month eleven of quarantine) or at least to disable YouTube
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		December 17th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		"I wanted to show characters whose genders are more ambiguous and fluid, without necessarily having to explain why."
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		November 23rd, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		Maybe someday things will be better. In the meantime, please bear witness to the buffet of snack foods ground into my couch
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		October 27th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		"The 'triad' is the birth or first mother, the child, and the adoptive parent. You can’t discuss adoption without considering each one of these."
		
		
	
	 
	
		
		
    	
	
	
	
	
		
		September 8th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
		
		I have to queue up the apps, but he wants to do it himself. He screams, “It’s my tablet! Let go of my tablet!” I snatch it away. He hits me in the face.