The Root

"Expectation is the root of all heartache." Have you ever asked a pregnant woman if she was hoping to have a boy or girl? More often than not her response is, "I don't care as long as it is healthy." But what happens when your baby is born and it is not healthy? What happens... Continue Reading →

So What?

Hope is birthed in and from despair. My middle son, Wesley, has significant special needs. He was born with deletions on his first chromosome and is on the autistic spectrum. Although his chromosome set is incomplete, he is more complete than anyone I know. He loves abundantly and fearlessly. He knows no stranger. I often... Continue Reading →

Only Hope

The truth of my life is that hope and despair are never far from one another. I can not metaphorically stand at a crossroad and follow one while leaving the other behind. They both accompany me

Just Say Something

Before October 26, 2001 I can honestly say I never wondered what it would be like to have child with special needs. Growing up in the 70's and 80's there was no such thing as inclusion. The kids with special needs had their own classroom at the end of the hall. We never interacted with... Continue Reading →

Point of Focus

A photographer holds her camera and lifts it gingerly to take a picture. She alone decides what the picture and point of focus will be. What she chooses to be that point can dramatically alter the entire picture. One object will become sharp and clear while the rest of the contents within the frame will... Continue Reading →

Never lost

My middle son, Wesley, has deletions on his first chromosome and is on the Autistic Spectrum. Life can be and often is overwhelming for him. His haven, his refuge is the car. He will ask several times a day to go for car rides. It is part of his routine and for twenty minutes several... Continue Reading →

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