"That’s where Mom pulled out my hair.” And so, I began my journey as a foster parent. This book is the journal I kept for two little girls we received into our care in March 1994. It was written when the events occurred, so while it has been 30 years, this narrative is not clouded by time or forgetfulness. As I re-read this journal, I realized how very incompetent, or perhaps corrupt the department was at the time. While I knew it then, I did not realize it was as bad as it really was. I believed that the entire focus of foster care was to protect the best interests of the children. Man, was I wrong!
I bought this book because I enjoy reading about experiences in foster care. I love authors such as Cathy glass and Casey Watson. This was nothing like that. Very little was written regarding the experience of fostering the girls. It's mostly a litany of complaints. If she wrote to five people with the same complaint, about the agency, then she wrote the whole complaint five times instead of summarizing three or four of them. It's just repeating the same complaints over and over again. I'm sorry I wasted my money buying this and my time reading it. The only reason I gave it two stars instead of one is because there was a little bit about the girls included, a very little bit.