I spoke very minimal Spanish when our little man was first placed with and adopted into our family. What motivated me initially to continue to learn was our son, because I had wanted him to be able to have a conversation with his birth mom should he ever choose to want to meet and talk
I had a series of revelations recently about what some of my more significant stressors are and how they are impacting my health. The contrast was made by comparing some blood pressure readings, interestingly enough. A couple of months ago I needed to take Tony in to a follow up I had with my allergist
March Gratitude If I’m having the most honest moment I can have right now, I’d say today is a day where my brain is struggling to marshal enough external focus to write, internally those neurons are dancing away listening to Karol G’s latest single on repeat. Even though my desire to focus is definitely on
I had just fled my parents’ bedroom when I heard the click, and then my mother scream– “He’s got a gun, run!” My mother’s fourth (and current) husband, had flown into a rage, flinging and destroying items (a boombox became the first casualty) because I wouldn’t say I loved him when he asked if I
For nearly a year now, I have been bobbing up and down on the waves of life, trying not to get swamped or washed overboard as I navigated managing my health and maintaining the active role I must play in all of Tony’s therapy programs that transpire outside of our house. These programs are essential
The past several years have felt like life coming at me as I stood, like Amy Lee in the video for Bring Me To Life, on one circumstantial ledge after another, trying to climb up from an effort to solve one problem to a solution for the next. And every time I get to that
I have lived somewhere in this metropolis for 29 of the past 31 years, split into two periods of time. I don’t ever recall a time where the rain poured with such steady thickness for so many hours as it did last Sunday, but I had chosen to ignore to the flash flood warning messages
Truth is, I planned on writing about a different topic this week. But at this point, I’ve tried to drown my frazzled in about half a cup of Cherry Garcia and not quite managed to fully find, rescue, or resuscitate my tranquil…so I figured this was as good a week as any. Even when I
“Mama!” I heard Hannah call out this fearful exclamation as I slipped down the last four stairs in our house, emotionally crusted over from I can’t even begin to tell you how many sleep deprived middle of the night escapades with Tony. My physical reflexes were often slightly impaired and set to spastic that early
I’m starting a bit later than usual to plunk out my thoughts this week because I had to spend some time in one of my happy places to insulate my emotional reserves some for this topic. Which of course, should serve as a warning that I may be about to type some things that some
