A letter for my little man, who I love more than the stars. Something for him to read through when facing a questionable moment. Archer, my Man!, I love you. I’m not perfect at showing you that I love you all the time. I yell and get angry and I know that makes you wonder. … Continue reading Letter to My Little Man
My sweet Girls, I love you. I’m not perfect at showing you that I love you all the time and I know sometimes you wonder. I yell when you don’t listen to me. I get frustrated, I get angry. I get tired. I’m an imperfect being. But I love you so much it hurts. And… Continue reading Letter to my Daughters
It looks like the Affordable Care Act (ACA), aka Obamacare, may be repealed soon. And I wanted to point something out to everyone that already has health insurance through a reliable source, and thus are not likely to be immediately effected by the repeal. I’m not going to talk to you about preexisting conditions, though… Continue reading The ACA and Children with Cancer
For those who don’t know, something like 20-30% of parents with children that suffer from chronic illnesses or severe diseases suffer with PTSD. PTSD can surface in many different ways, including unexplained frustration, anger, sadness, anxiety, deep depression, issues with going into public, problems with noise, weight gain or loss, and flashbacks. And… Continue reading Flashbacks are a THING.
You just read that title and thought “I know my kid is mortal. I’ve faced this.” And I would agree with you before my daughter was diagnosed with cancer. But I didn’t realize what my child’s mortality really was until it slapped me in the face. I knew, when I got pregnant, that I had… Continue reading The Moment You Face Your Child’s Mortality
My daughter cried today. So hard I almost couldn’t understand what she was saying when I asked her to talk about it. But I had to restart my own sentence because my own voice croaked. I was crying too. See, I listen to NPR on the way home with Sophie so that we can talk… Continue reading My daughter cried today.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I wanted a little girl. Because my brain didn’t think beyond the pink bows and little girliness that having a baby girl is. For my second child, I wanted healthy, since we’d had such a rocky road with our first. With my third, I just wanted a… Continue reading What My Daughters Will Face and the Restroom Debate