Fooled be not-money will never learn the lessons for you. It is up to YOU to learn them. How much you learn depends on your effort and determination. The difference maker is tenacity and passion and desire and consistency, not money.
We are so collectively distracted by getting and going, and having, and showing that we are not present enough to witness each other as we are learning, and loving, and growing.
Not too long ago we were gathered at the home of my cousin when the election came up. Now, I come from a large, loud and proud Irish family. I have one aunt in particular who is extremely passionate about politics. She is smart and knows what she is talking about. She has strong opinionsContinue reading “The Synergy of Our Brokenness”
What a lot of people don’t understand is that Sensory Processing Disorder, or SPD, is a spectrum disorder. Which basically means, one person with SPD may over-respond to the touch sensation and find clothing, physical contact, or other sensory input as unbearable. Another might under-respond in reaction to stimulation
Did you know that October is ADHD Awareness Month? I never knew either. I actually can not believe I have spent most of my life knowing as little as I do about the struggles I face. Honestly, I have always just thought I was lazy, crazy, and…well… just not good enough. Thankfully that simply isContinue reading “Magic Matters “
I want to write a children’s book where the main characters have albinism and other special needs. I’m going to enroll in a Parent Advocacy class with The Federation of Children with Special Needs. I will become a certified Parent Advocate.
At some point in May, I kept the boys home from school. Just because I wanted to spend the day with them. The alarm went off at 5:15 as per my new norm. I quickly reached over and turned it right off. My warm, cozy, sleeping boys were the bookends holding me in bed. I feltContinue reading “Come On Down!!!”
I want to remember their little raspy voices and the way they mispronounce words “awdonge” “renember” I want to remember cheek hugs and the soft melding of our faces while dancing around to “The Ants are Marching”, the love we share reaching down to the deepest part of my soul during these dances around ourContinue reading “I Want To Remember….”
I’ve been in the process of a nasty break-up with my old self. I have spent most of my life existing somewhere between sad and angry. Don’t get me wrong, I have been happy too. But my disposition has always been more of a “resting bitch face” if you know what I mean. Like IContinue reading “It’s Not You. Really! It’s Me…”
In my 40 young years I have loved often and without hesitation. Sadly, I have also lost parts of my inner tribe. You know the people who collectively form your world? There are usually only a few. I have been blessed with 7. My parents, my brother, my Abby, my husband, and my two sons.Continue reading “Good Grief!”