I glanced at my daughter sitting on the hospital bed waiting for someone from Mental Health Intervention to come and talk to us. The harsh light outlined the contours of …
Now, you are still vulnerable like the infant I once longed to protect, and although I don’t know exactly where you are heading, I know I have done my best.
The best we can do for the world is become a bigger group of people seeking the answers. It’s the isolation that scares me the most. Expanding our hearths is the only way to keep them safe.
Changes are afoot in my world, on a much smaller scale than the myriad changes afoot in this great nation of ours. A few weeks ago, my youngest son commented …
And if you fall in love with a man and you spark and you make a life filled with love, and laughter and experiences that make you feel the world was made just for you, just like this life feels for me, you will find no one in the world more delighted and happy for you than me.
What I didn’t know then was that memories of this trip would sustain me when things are looking more hard, uncertain, and difficult in light of the presidential election.
It is disheartening that the current climate often makes us step back when we instinctively want to step in. We are quick to judge, slow to include and wary of strangers in need.
I can deny it all I want but the frightening fact is that one day my four children will be teenagers.
She won’t have to go through what I have been through for the very reason that I have already been through it. I have survived it and come out the other side.
I’m entering unchartered waters, and for the first time I won’t be able to think back of my own mom and what she did for me when I was his age.