When the Disability’s Not So “Bad”

When the Disability’s Not So “Bad”

I feel guilty about a very strange thing. Not about something I’ve done, but about something I was given. Today, I want to hold my hand up and shield people from paying attention to this part of my life; here, in this particular community of parents who struggle daily...
Searching for an Oasis of Peace

Searching for an Oasis of Peace

A few nights ago, my father came over for dinner. Even though we have far too much on plate on any given day, we’re the only family who lives close-by so we try to spend time with him at least once a week, which just seems like the right thing to do since he is 99. As...