I shared a few blogs ago about the opportunity for our oldest, who has Down syndrome, to move out into his own apartment while participating in a program for living independently. My instant response was “no” and my reason was that he wasn’t ready. But, my spouse, encouraged me to proceed accordingly in an effort… Continue reading The Decision
Every time life is presenting me with challenges aka opportunities, I can hear my friend’s voice in my head and it makes me laugh. When I was in Santa Fe last summer with some friends, we went to this very odd establishment called Meow Wolf. The concept is set up for visitors to experience unique art… Continue reading What is Happening?
I like to think of myself as a cool, confident 51-year old woman who has her shit together. It’s an illusion, but I have always like to play pretend. Some days I can pull that appearance off like a champ and then there are other moments where I give off the attitude of a monkey… Continue reading Tool Tester
I spend a great deal of time trying to reason with others. There are moments where I think that maybe I should just go live on an island free of human interaction. Sounds severe but after a few conversations with my loving family, I am convinced that it would be best for all. A few… Continue reading Not Again
Yesterday, while driving Brian’s car, I had an epiphany. It was my Oprah “ah-ha” moment. His car syncs up to the phone of the driver which allows me to play my music. However, this time it kept posting a message saying that my Bluetooth wasn’t on. Since, I was driving, I ignored it while vowing… Continue reading It’s Me
Yesterday, I shared about the opportunity for Bailey to possibly go live in a group home to learn the fundamentals of independent living. After I posted the blog, I was in a state of reflection. Is it me that isn’t ready? Maybe it is my fear that is blinding the view of the situation. Then… Continue reading Echoing
Sometimes I despise when my phone rings because I never know if it is going to be a conversation that enlightens me or annoys me. I love caller ID because it gives me the freedom to simply not answer. The other day, after Bryce’s wisdom teeth removal, I received a call from a number I… Continue reading The Echo