When I was a little girl, I always told my mom that I wanted to live on a farm and have a bunch of kids. She said I had better marry a rich farmer. Instead, I live on the beach in a small Texas town surrounded by mosquitoes and rattlesnakes and not a cow in sight. I live with five kids and a spotted dog. And Im always looking to move again.
But I never seemed to go down the path of the typical foster parent or any type of parent, really. I drove cars without seatbelts, dated women not men, was a struggling artist/entrepreneur who lived month to month, and sometimes was known to eat food straight from the can.
After a bit of investigating and A LOT of paperwork, I received my first foster license. Now, eleven kids, two adoptions, one alternative insemination birth, two legal guardianships, and nine years later, I am an old hat at this game. Currently, my family consists of Clarence, Atrayue, Archie, Savana and Wyatt.
I started Open Arms Campaign, a non-profit, volunteer organization to recruit foster and adoptive families, and I target the LGBT community. I have become an activist and work to educate everyone not only about the plight of foster children, but also the inequality that faces LGBT people in their quest to create families.
OMG, a FOSTER PARENT!
Those poor kids.
She’ll just molest them.
I bet ya they are little girls ... .