I need a manual!!! Not a general manual, but one that is specific to each of my kids, their development and their needs. It would make life a bit humdrum, I suppose, but a manual would certainly take care of … Continue reading →
Controls MUST be in place because of drug abuse. I get it. I truly and honestly get it. Having said that there has got to be a better way to ensure that those who REALLY need their prescribed medication can … Continue reading →
Sudden changes, like an unexpected death or the abrupt removal of a parent, are shocking and devastating to everyone left behind. The parent left is severely tested. The now single parent is called to step up though they themselves are … Continue reading →
“Why celebrate homecoming?” you ask. My kids know they were adopted. Always have known. Although they rarely talk about it, they think about their adoption story. The time leading up to their homecoming day can be a bit rocky; they … Continue reading →
A what? You read right. You are a Warrior Princess. The first time my counselor asked me to stop and hear these words, I could not absorb them. They bounced off my forehead and landed with a splat on the … Continue reading →
Matthias was born having had an in utero stroke as well as prenatal drug exposure. My son is deeply sensitive, big-hearted, resilient, hard- working. People love him and his gentle character. Unfortunately, my son has brain damage. Some of the … Continue reading →
Picture this: Sixteen year old boy—iphone5 in his hand, headphones plastered to his ears, eyes locked onto the screen—blindly navigates his way down the stairs. His eyes NEVER break contact. Fifteen hours a day. Every day. He eats his dinner, … Continue reading →
“Get your head off the table! Stop being lazy!” The EA’s (educational assistant) back was turned to me as I walked down the hall toward a select group of third grade speech students who were working on their “s” sounds. … Continue reading →
Exercise, Exercise, Exercise…. I heard it ALL the time. I didn’t do it…much. Guilt, guilt…and more guilt…. Finally, last January I decided enough was enough. I started working out twice a week with a personal trainer. Best decision ever! Costly, … Continue reading →
Son stomping down the hall. Striking out with flashes of frustration, jabs of discontent, bolts of anger. The safe target…mom. Here are snippets from these times: my son’s words plus the truths I am learning to tell myself. … Continue reading →
