February Gratitude & Some Reading
To My Children Words can be spoken or written as no more than hollowed vessels…
To My Children Words can be spoken or written as no more than hollowed vessels…
Most days are packed. Up at 4:45, giving the kids their meds, getting ready to…
Originally, I had planned this particular post to come after “Maybe She’s Going Through It.”…
There’s no way a gift bag, fancy wrapping, ribbons, or a bow would hide that…
The stairway up to the balcony level at Symphony Hall is pretty wide. If I…
To help our son with his combination of sensory differences, functional deficits, and disability-related needs…
As you are looking at this picture, I don’t want you to ask yourself should…
My sweet sister-in-law, Randi, sometimes babysits our son when I have medical appointments. For a…
There are times when I have encountered the sentiment in others that I don’t have…
I thought of all the ways I could write this post, and I decided just…