As we are celebrating memories in the month of love, I do recognize that some memories are not always lovely. However, I am taking time this month to write a series of Love Letters to the people I cherish in my life. Please take the freedom to share my letters with those you love, or take this opportunity to write letters of your own. Either way, let’s share some love this February. Thanks for jumping on the “Love Train” with me! People all over the world Join hands Start a l

I can remember how appreciative I was when someone gave me much needed advice while raising Robert. Good advice from a parent that had been through similar experiences was so helpful and validating when we were struggling to navigate #lifeUnexpected. I recently was asked to weigh in on Newsweek magazine’s Parenting and Family’s response to a Reddit post shared by a mom who hosted Christmas at her house and was berated by her parents and siblings for having a tent full of toys

As we prepare to commemorate Martin Luther King, Jr. Day for 2023, commemoration implies some aspects of remembering. As I remembered the events of the last eight years in our country, I found my empathy somewhat missing and overwhelmed. I sat with the computer in my lap and felt numb; words would not come. I wanted to write something meaningful and inspiring. I didn’t feel it. No, I felt a sense of sadness and despair for our communities where the politics of injustice mean

Mary and I are seven years apart, we were told by an astrologist at the Ocala, FL Strawberry Festival that “according to NASA” the moons on our respective birthdays are two halves that create a whole. She was born with Down Syndrome and a hole in her heart the size of your thumb. After enduring two open heart surgeries in her first ten days, her little body courageously fought to live and beat the immeasurable odds against her. She must have known we needed her. We are the s

We use this word so often for the encouragement of others and especially during the magical holidays. But, when all the words have been said and the decorations put away for the year, do we say it enough to ourselves and to our loved ones? The word, “believe,” is similar to the words, “trust” and “hope,” for me. They are powerful words, though they can seem vague and almost fairytale words. But my faith brings me back to my true anchor. I believe, trust and hope in One greate

(for Suzanna & sweet Mary, 2022) Having nurses in our home for the final 10 years of Robert’s life has made their absence in the mornings feel very strange. “Why is the house so quiet?” I often thought to myself in those early weeks. I also thought I was losing myself somedays when I thought I heard him calling my name. I waited in the early mornings for the sound of him rustling in his bed from a seizure, but no sounds came through the baby monitor that was now obviously gon