So why do I keep writing about the hard stuff? Simply because I am still inspired by my children to leave behind encouragement and evidence for them to know how hard we tried. I write so that my children will know I tried to change hearts and minds. I write so that other people facing challenges will know that they are not alone. And I write for every parent who prays for God to call them home with their child; because the isolation and constant fight for services and inclusion in society imposed by people is too much bare. While we bare up against it all, I hope to offer some comfort.
When we measure life by success and failure, we lose so much of everything in between. We lose the essence of the Million Beautiful Pieces that make the puzzle that is our grand masterpiece. Erin Hanson is The Poetic Underground and she writes a beautiful reminder […]
On this last day of 2018 I am filled with gratitude as I recount the amazing year I’ve had. Turning forty years old has been my year of re-awakening, re-aligning and re-learning. Thank you to the people who blessed my life this year, especially to […]
This past weekend we attended our friends sons’ birthday party where they had an amazing Wild Animals Educational show. My daughter, Savannah and the birthday boy, Kurt have been friends since they were little children. We have attended a few parties at his home and […]
It’s the most wonderful time of year. Or is it? Are you dreading the holiday season? Seeing family or friends who you would rather not see? Having to attend or host dinner parties you would rather not be part off? Trying to accommodate your spouses’ […]
Today Talisa turns sixteen years old. Where did the time go? As we reminisce over the last sixteen years, I’m thankful for so much. Mostly I am thankful for the special relationship that Michael shares with Talisa. Few fathers understand how to be a dad […]
I am so excited to try my hand at making a video for you instead of writing a blog post. From the song track This is Me “I am bruised, I am Brave, This is who I’m meant to be, This is ME” was what […]
I don’t believe in assuming what Savannah might be thinking, but just as I imagine what I’d like Talisa or Eli to think about me, sometimes I imagine what deeper conversations are denied to Savannah and I because of her disability. “I know different” by […]