A Journey from Darkness into Light
Before I had Oliver, I was very uncomfortable around people with disabilities. It’s kind of embarrassing to be honest about that, especially at this point in my life, but I wanted to open this conversation up because I don’t think I am the only one who’s felt that way. Often when I am out in the... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I barely recognize the person I’ve become. I took this photo just before walking in to confront our respite agency about why they aren’t staffing our hours with competent caregivers. Five years ago I never could’ve imagined dressing in this conservative outfit and coolly and confidently walking into an office to deal with an... Continue Reading →
Until today, it had been a couple of years since I’d had a full blown panic attack. I used to get them a lot when Oliver was little. Back then the stress was just too great and my mind was constantly running wild. But lately I’ve felt strength and calm and relative stability (my husband would laugh at... Continue Reading →
Oliver's Odyssey 