Shelter from the Storm

I remember most the pavement. The silver stripe of the car running board giving way to the dark charcoal colored asphalt, with flecks of li...

They told us this would happen. I read all the stories that promised me that one day, Down syndrome would be just a footnote in our lives. I...

Today, the snow settled softly on the barren branches of our tree-lined street. I will probably never have words to describe the stark beau...

If I am being honest, I have to tell you that I have been struggling lately. I have so many thoughts that I want to put into words, so much ...

I wonder sometimes where my passion for tradition was born. When did I become a person who created annual events, who choreographed seasonal...

I have been asked some interesting questions about being a sexual abuse survivor. I have also heard or read a number of statements about sex...

Part of my journey into writing and blogging recently has included reading through the documentation from Family Services regarding my histo...