A leap of faith

When fostering a child who is of a different faith to you, the learning curve is steep and broad. There are all sorts of requirements that will need careful thought and consideration.

By Lucy Stevens on June,4th 2018

Moon landing (part 2)

The second part of a blog descibing how alien a new foster family in a new country can be and how that feeling can be overcome with love, teamwork and perseverence.

By Lucy Stevens on February,28th 2018

Moon landing (part 1)

I’ve often thought that, for our foster son, coming to live with us must have been like being plucked from his bed and finding himself firmly ensconced on the moon. This is not because we are particularly strange per se but because of all the foreignness we came wrapped in.

By Lucy Stevens on February,14th 2018

Shades of grey

Foster carers inhabit a strange world. It is one where black and white don’t exist in isolation but bleed into one another.

By Lucy Stevens on January,16th 2018


Our regular blogger Lucy Stevens wrote this poem after being inspired by one of her fostering service's foster carers who she says is doing amazing work

By Lucy Stevens on June,13th 2017

Unaccompanied asylum seeking children - the Refugee Council

Judith Dennis is policy manager at the Refugee Council. In this blog she shares the Refugee Council's experience of working with unaccompanied asylum seeking children. Judith will be speaking at our West Midlands conference on 23 May.
By Foster Care Fo… on May,5th 2017

The Interview

The day, when it arrives is cold and wet, unremarkable in many ways for January. But this day is remarkable because it’s the day that’s been looming over us for six months. It’s the day of our foster son’s substantive interview at the Home Office.
By Lucy Stevens on February,3rd 2017

Always trying to be a better person

I am Yacouba Traore. I am from the Ivory Coast and I have lived in the UK for about six years. I arrived alone in England as a 16-year-old asylum seeker following the murder of my parents who were political activists in my country. I was alone, unable to communicate in English, nowhere to live, no money, no job, no friends, and no family. I was isolated and frightened. My life could not have been more different to the one I had left behind.

By DavidEggboro on January,10th 2017