She Was Me.

He was supposed to play in his first Challenger baseball game of the new season this morning, but instead we found ourselves at our local Children’s Hospital emergency room, making sure Andrew’s foot wasn’t broken. (Never a dull moment around here, that’s for sure). It was there that I first spotted them; a father and…

Strong like Saints. Right?

We are told we are strong. That God chose us. That special kids go to special parents. We are commended, complimented, compared to saints. When society isn’t judging us in Target stores, it’s perching us upon dangerously high pedestals against our will, pedestals that prove wobbly on even the best of days. And we do…

“You’ve Got a Long Way to Go”

“You’ve got a long way to go,” he said. The words stung like hell. I knew he meant well; he always did, but I wish he had just slapped me instead. It would have hurt less and that kind of pain eventually goes away. “You’ve got a long way to go.” The words kept echoing…