What Do I Get? (A Primer on Post-Adoption Funk)

I lay across the double bed, the sun filtering through dirty blinds. Measuring my son’s cries from the floor below, I curled up my knees to a fetal position. Outside, a woodpecker slotted his beak against a crack in the telephone pole. I counted to myself, down from one hundred, hearing the bird so percussive, … Continue reading What Do I Get? (A Primer on Post-Adoption Funk)