Hope (& Prozac) for the Journey
Last Thursday, we were here. And we were scared and lost and looking for even a glimmer of hope. Today, my husband and I were back at the psychiatrist’s office to discuss his…
Category: This is Us
The Lie I Told Today
This is the lie I told this morning at church… In response to the question “How are you today?” – my answer was “fine, thank you.” Or some version of…
A New Waiting Room
I am writing this post as I sit in a very uncomfortable chair, in the waiting room of an adolescent psychiatrist. This is our first time at his office. My…
Gatorade and Nutella
I have always refrained from using food as a bribe or bargaining tool with my kids. Always. Always is a long time. And always ended today. Tuesday is the day my…
To my daughter…
Dear daughter, The other night, following another spectacularly explosive meltdown from your older brother, you said quietly, “I just want the old (brother) back.” So do we sweet girl. And…
This is Us…
This is what you might see on the surface when you look at us…A “perfect” nuclear family – husband, wife, son, daughter – who love each other deeply. We have…
We're All A Little Broken 