Making a Difference, One Hug at a Time. As the countdown to school begins, our kids are trying to fit in as many fun-filled friend activities before it’s too late. My daughter, Taylor, had been trying to schedule a sleepover for a couple of weeks now. This is no easy…
What it's Like To Be Lost In Your Illness. This afternoon my husband and I were enjoying a day of warm air and the smell of the smoked brisket streaming into the house from the back yard. We had left our back door open as we went in and out,…
My Son's Memory For the last month or so, our twelve-year-old son Dylan hasn’t been brushing his teeth. Now that summer is in full swing, it has just gotten worse. After trying almost everything, various forms of grounding: no friends, no electronics and so on nothing seemed to be getting…
A Different Type of Healing Last week I attended a class that taught me how to find patience in myself, “Healing with Hypnosis.” Normally, I wouldn’t have attended such a class. Not because I’m a nonbeliever but because I will make any excuse to stay curled up, in a ball, mind…
When I went to my soon to be husband with the idea for this blog, I knew he wouldn’t exactly be cheering me on. Don’t get me wrong, he is very supportive in most everything I decide to do, even when my bipolar fairies are circling me. Yes, like many…
