Real Stories

I pulled my blanket to my chin, warm already in my blue footed pajamas. My eyelids slowly began to find their other halves when again that thought shot through the warmth and sent cold tremors up the back of my neck and onto the top of my blonde... Read more

By Anonymous Carried nine months by a drug-addicted mother, I was born into a house where I was only as good as her next fix. I don’t know what neighborhood we lived in. I only remember the reeking smell of piss in the hallway of our... Read more

2009 FosterClub All-Star Kita Anderson wrote the following piece for the Federation of Protestant Welfare Agencies (FPWA) Going to graduate school to achieve my dream of becoming a social worker after overcoming a harsh beginning is the only way for... Read more

I entered the foster care system when I was eight years old. My mother simply left the house one rainy evening. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to the neighbors. Soon a police car came and took me away. I was terrified. My foster mom... Read more