Returning for Summer
I have 89 emails in my inbox. I should read them. Or sort them. Or something. I should be working. Or keeping my kids from drowning our potted plants in their pool water. But I'm not. I haven't been here for about 3 months. Three days after my last post, my oldest biological daughter's father passed away unexpectedly, and I didn't know how to deal with telling the world. A wild mix of emotions was involved, including past hurts, what ifs, anger, some depression, grief. You name it, I felt it. Then dealing with his family--that was a whole issue…