When I was 5, my mother tried to kill herself. She tucked me into her bed, close beside her in the warmth of a Vegas night. I laid with her ...

Dear God, Promise me. Promise me when she leaves this house,she will find somebody wherever she goes that sees how special she is. Promise m...

Being a mother is what I was born to do. I know this in my heart. It's a deeply peaceful feeling- knowing your feet are on the path ...

I really don't want to write this. And I have been trying to avoid it all day. And still, I am here at 9:30 pm. Because I am supposed to...

Dear Sam, I want you to know that how you are labeled or diagnosed means nothing to me. You are NOT APRAXIC . You HAVE apraxia . There's...

Until this morning, I was in a fog of denial. My boy is fine. He is simply quiet. He doesn't have anything to say. He doesn't want t...

Boy has this subject made the rounds this week, all inspired by the Time magazine cover from my last post. And it has made me think. Alot. S...