Harry was the black and white Boston terrier my husband and I got when we couldn’t have a baby. The Bee was the Halloween costume we bought for him on a whim at a chic pet store.
By Jennifer Gregory. My son was diagnosed with sensory processing disorder (SPD) a few months before his fifth birthday.
By Jennifer Gregory. I wonder what it would be like to spend an entire day saying yes to you.
I endured by convincing myself that as long as he had that gaping space in his mouth and the sweet lisp that accompanied it, he would stay my second, last, and squishy baby boy forever.
Our WiFi connection is strong, but our personal connection has never been weaker.
Their father’s absence is profound. Whereas these trips used to have an intense physical toll on me, now they have a powerful emotional toll on all of us.