I drew my line across the sand
And set my flag in no man's land
But here I am the one man band
With a song that's meant for two

...

And all of our cards are on the table
Tell me what you want to do
Just don't tell me that it's too late
For me to love you

Like Dandelion Dust

Karen Kingsbury is fast becoming one of my favorite authors. I've read several of her books and she's an amazing story writer.

Well, I heard all of the hype about "Like Dandelion Dust", and, you know me, I never go with the hype.

Well, I try not to.

I watched the trailer to the movie. I was absolutely.....well, I don't know exactly what it was that I was feeling.

Disgusted.

Mortified.

Heartbroken.

Confused.

For those of you who don't know, lemme fill you in.

The story is about a young boy who was adopted as an infant. Six years later, his biological parents want him back. Because of a forged signature on the adoption papers, the adoptive parents have no say in the matter. They are losing their son to a man with alcohol problems and the wife who has stuck by his side through the abuse and prison term. They are desperate to do anything it takes to keep their son. In the meantime, the biological family is determined to turn their lives around and be the family they know they can be. All involving a six year old boy.

I can't even imagine going through something like that. To adopt a child at birth, raise them, take care of them, have them be mine, and then have them taken away from me. No warning, no nothing....and to an abusive alcoholic. Oh my gosh. I just can't bare the thought of it.

And the things that breaks my heart the most is that this stuff goes on everyday. Children are being taken from a safe, loving environment and being placed in unstable situations because "it's their right as the child's parent" No, they gave up their rights. Whether or not the document was forged is not the issue. They handed that child over to the government. Ugh.

But don't worry...it's okay to murder your child. You just can't keep them once you adopt them.

Okay, I'm ending this post. I could go off for a while on this topic.

If you place a rock in the middle of a room and ask everyone to draw what they see,

do you know what you're getting into?

I didn't when I opened my big mouth and Dad heard, resulting in a twenty minute debate on

perception,

the right to judge that perception,

and whether or not the things you think are facts are really facts, or your perception of those things.

Yup, it's fun (and extremely frustrating!!!) to open these cans of worms with Dad.

How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.

-Abraham Lincoln-