First Solo Step
I have racked my brain since Tuesday about how to write about what happened that day. Sometimes the image really is worth a thousand words. So take a look at this and realize this is THE FIRST TIME IN ELEVEN…
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I have racked my brain since Tuesday about how to write about what happened that day. Sometimes the image really is worth a thousand words. So take a look at this and realize this is THE FIRST TIME IN ELEVEN…
Yesterday, I got a text from our nursing agency. “Well, I spoke with [Nurse]. She is not interested in picking up any time with Catherine.” What? I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. The nurse had told me…
Now that I’ve put it out there, I feel an obligation to write. I said I’d be writing more to anyone reading this and so I feel like I must make that happen. Just because I said I it was…
Some days, I don’t know what to write. And when I don’t know what to write, I simply don’t. I’m learning that there is a discipline writers follow to write every day – even if they wind up throwing it…
“Mom, you can teach Catherine the basics while I go play on the playground. OK? I’ll be on the playground. Have fun Catherine!” Sarah’s voice trailed off as she ran across the tennis court to the gate leading to the…
My mom takes great pride that she got my brother and me up to watch several spectacular events in history. Apparently, I was up for the moon landing in 1969. I was three and don’t remember a bit of it….
When we walked across the bridge into Hopkins the Friday after Thanksgiving, I said, “Who thought THAT was a good idea? They look like Band-Aids!” Everywhere I looked out any glass surface, I had to look through marks on the…
Just a few photos to show you how far we’ve come…
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I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. Most people don’t think about it – or rather what I mean is they don’t have to think about it. I’ve had to think about it since the day Catherine was born….