This last week has brought about a terrifying change in Olivers epilepsy. Twice now he has stopped breathing during his seizures. It’s not because he’s choking. He just stops. All inspiration and expiration ceases, he becomes eerily still, and his heart beats so hard that it shakes his g-tube button. These seizures are different than... Continue Reading →
Being a Motherfucking Sorcerer
We are living in some pretty crazy times right now. As teachers and parents scramble to figure out the intricacies of e-schooling (like how to properly mute the zoom lesson so the class doesn’t hear how often you employ expletives in your household), and as the COVID numbers continue to rise, the roller-coaster of 2020 speeds... Continue Reading →
Peeling the Onion
It has been said that the grieving process is like peeling an onion. As each layer falls away, it gives the gift of deeper understanding and also reveals the next level of processing. The stages don’t go smoothly from 1-5… denial, anger, bargaining, depression and then acceptance. They are interwoven and revisit you many times even after... Continue Reading →