I did something this morning that made me cringe. It was awful.Humiliating.Worse than I could have imagined. I was miserable the entire time. This morning, I blow dried my hair.  In front of the mirror.  Naked. And it wasn’t because I was out of towels. People.  I did it on purpose. Right about now you…

Having a son with special needs means we’ve met our fair share of doctors over the past six years.And, given Andrew’s newest set of “circumstances,” we’re on our way to meeting many, many more. I’ve taken to compiling what I consider to be significant scientific data on these “specialists” in order to pass the time during our appointments…

Well folks, it happened again. I left my precious wreath alone, bare and vulnerable and at the hands of a woman weilding a hot glue gun, while on a weekend family getaway.  You’d think I’d have learned my lesson from the last time this happened. The result? Is nothing sacred around here?!! In her defense, my mom is…

Recently I’ve noticed that I’ve passed down a lot of wonderful things to my son Ian. His thick, wavy brown hair His almond shaped eyes His sweet tooth disposition His irrational fear and obsession with death Wait.  What? Alas.  It’s here.  What I’ve dreaded but, given his sensitive and emotional nature, easily predicted all along:…

I always thougt I would do it here, on this blog.I pictured the words a thousand times, and imagined the deep exhale that would come with finally giving you all of me, creatively speaking. But for some reason, I chose this place.Because it felt safe.Because it felt right.Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t…

What rhymes with Cystic Fibrosis?* Who gives a flying @#%$. Our sweet boy Andrew, who proves to us time and time again that what matters in this LIFE is Love, Patience, Hope and Strength, has tested positive for this disease. God, grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot changeCourage to change the things we…

I do okay (for the most part). I trust that the world will see us through though I know, from experience, that if we expect perfection we will be sorely disappointed, time and time again. I wake in the mornings mindful not to dread what’s ahead focusing instead (for the most part) on growing the…