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 →
Public Speaking
Last night I conquered one of my greatest fears. Since Oliver’s birth I have been forced FAR outside of my comfort zone countless times. Advocating for him has demanded me to develop qualities I never dreamt would be a part of my life – strong, emboldened, demanding, persistent, driven and relentless. For years the softer, loving parts... Continue Reading →
Stolen Glances
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 →