I felt like Valerie and I were all alone, stranded with our precious flower, unsure of how best to help our son but determined to protect him no matter what.
I want him to fulfill what he is capable of, just like any parent—but I admit there is a part of me that worries he will fall through the cracks of this loud world.
I didn't write a real letter; it seemed a bit silly, but I wish I had. I want them to know. I want their teachers to know about our family …
Autism is a wild and lonely predicament. It is energy and fear, tunneled focus and aimless wandering.
One of the many challenges of Type 1 diabetes is that its effects can vary person by person.
The unacceptable tragedy with Type 1 is that there is a safe, non-invasive, inexpensive (on average 24¢) way to safeguard lives and protect futures.
I willingly made the choice to become a single mom with T1D, but it took a lot of self-acceptance.
Growing up in a small hometown, I was shaped and defined by the fact that I was “the girl with diabetes.”
I DO have a full life. Sure, there are handicaps that prevent me from being at full strength, but the life that I’ve made for my family and myself is full.
I’m teaching my children that the evidence of my disease will not prevent me from living life, enjoying the gifts of heat and water and sunshine that summer gives us.