I’ve always thought I was adept at change. In the early years of our marriage, when jobs and apartments and even regions of the
While growing up, through a series of explicit and implicit messages, I believed “order” was necessary to be accepted, chosen and loved. In other
Social Anxiety. That’s what the therapist called it as I sat across from her on the mahogany leather couch. Her office was devised to
I saw you today. Everyone was staring at you caring for your child. Sitting so close to his well-positioned wheelchair, you kissed his forehead,
As a girl I loved back to school. The pencil boxes and new school clothes always held the possibility of something unanticipated. Of potential.
My first few years of parenting were hard, really hard. If they were a journey, they were climbing a steep mountain face with a