Foster mom Stories

A couple of months after Clarisse and I became a couple, a Navy chaplain, along with Clarisse’s husband’s commanding officer, appeared on our doorstep to inform us that her husband had been killed in a training accident. With special ops everyone died in training accidents, no one was ever killed in action because those actions were classified. We buried him on a Thursday morning with all the military fanfare a fallen Tea...

As it turned out, Clarisse had been a foster child herself, but I didn’t discover that until her former foster sister invited us out to their lakefront home for the fireworks on the lake. I had never met Clarisse’s sister and brother in-law before, but they had invited all of us out to their lake front home for dinner and the fireworks display on the water. They told us that we could spend the night because it’s an hour’s...

I have three wives today—Clarisse was first, Julie was next, and then Carol Ann—well, they really aren’t my wives, but I treat them as if they are. They use to be my foster family, Clarisse was my foster mom before I turned eighteen and foster care stopped paying her for my support, Carol Anne and Julie were my foster sisters. We saw very little of our dad, he was a member of the Teams and was always rushing off on some S...