The “Name” I Don’t Want to See on Caller ID
My cell phone rang a couple of hours ago. I glanced down to see who was calling, and felt a pit in my stomach when I saw the call was…
Family. Real. Raw. Broken. Beautiful.
My cell phone rang a couple of hours ago. I glanced down to see who was calling, and felt a pit in my stomach when I saw the call was…
That memory popped up in my personal Facebook feed this morning… The therapist I referred to in this post a year ago was the brilliant speech language pathologist, who spent…
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…