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Finally, someone made a relevant pitch to be mentioned on my blog!

Talk with me for a few minutes and you'll understand how much I love my kid. You'll also realize that I have great respect and appreciation for The Kid's foster family, and that I advocate for people to become foster parents whenever I can. If it weren't for a loving foster family, we wouldn't have The Kid and my life would still have a big hole to fill.

You might not know that I hate getting story pitches for this blog. Normally they are from someone doing a keyword search who sends me the same genaric form email they sent to a hundred other allegedly influential bloggers. Which made the email pitch about using this infographic in my blog different, they took the time to read, referenced a post they liked, and did it without being smarmy.

It helps that the infographic is compelling and shows me there is still a lot of work to be done to make sure kids in the foster care system have access to quality mental health care, opportunity to advance their education, and a support system that will never force them to sleep on the streets. Please, take a gander and let me know what stats about foster care surprised you the most.



Demystifying Foster Care, SocialWork@Simmons

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