I’m baffled that the “invited “box families seem to be expected to pay for their own room and board for the banquet–unless $800 for each is raised to pay for the trip… Shouldn’t they be the guests of honor? The least SHBB Inc could take that $800 and put it into a special account for therapy because these babies will grow up needing it.
We learned yesterday, quite by accident, that baby boxers attempted to get a box bill through the Kansas legislature last session under an assumed name: Newborn Refuge Cribs. This term never came through in bill searches because until this bill came along no such term existed.
The Putative Boss (PB) reminded me this afternoon that I have neglected to tend to my Kitty Litter in the last couple of weeks. No, my box is clean, but I’ve neglected to share some of the nuggets of wisdom I scooped out for the archives. (Sorry to be disgusting, but they are disgusting.) I think these baby box fans mean well, but, you know what they say about “good intentions.” Scratch that! I think some of them mean well. Professional spielers do not.
The reaction to the Flyer News editorial is ridiculous. On the face of it the response is overblown, but there is something underneath it all. A melting snowflake? A small crack in the foundation?. Is God angry? Just think how they will respond when the big pushback comes.
Seldom do we hear a discouraging word about Safe Haven Baby Boxes from outside of AdoptionLand. . Imagine my delight this afternoon when two –TWO–articles showed up in my Google Alerts shouting not only a discouraging word or two but entire paragraphs of discouragement at the God’s own Safe Haven Baby Box folks.
Firefighters are not crime investigators or finders of lost babies.
I picture the God of Kirk Cameron as a lonely old wifeless patriarch in the sky, conniving up adoption to give meaning to His life. I mean, isn’t that what adoption is supposed to do?
Our debut Kitty Litter is about Students for Life and, by extension, its proprietress, Kristian Hawkins, a mother of five whose student days are long behind her.
“If you believe that,l I have a bridge to sell you.” We’ve all heard and used that old saw when we hear an absurd claim, especially if that claim is too good to be true. For instance, my former “house guest” (and I use the term advisedly) believed that Jesus was the son of Cleopatra […]
Well, meow me! I consider this Safe Haven Baby Box circus show to be exploitative, narcissistic, and frankly pretty embarrassing and cheapskate.