I should have known better than choosing the black pants and white blouse. I should not have chosen to sit with my friends for my own social fulfillment. It felt like a mom fail moment right from the start. Usually I would have chosen a bright green outfit for these events; an outfit that can be easily spotted in a…
A hero, by definition, is someone known for accomplishing a brave or noble act. “Heroes are born every day. Some heroes are genetically predisposed to greatness, I suppose, blessed with a rich family history of bravery and selflessness. Others are ripped out of their regular lives and thrown into heroic duties in a matter of seconds, revealing their true character…
We were trading “you guys” for “y’all”. Mountains for beaches. Long winters for humid summers. Familiarity for the unknown. We would either love it, or move back in a year. According to our parents “You and Patrick can go anywhere, but the grandkids stay!” Colorado is no longer ‘home’ for us. The day the moving truck drove away with all…
The timing of the hard questions never feels right; the ones about blindness or being different. While I strive to be open and approachable to Logan, her questions often catch me off-guard. I hope I have the ‘right’ answers, but mostly just try to reply with gentleness, truth and a calm, reassuring love. But when I’m reading to her at…
I was recently reminded by Facebook about a picture of our daughter, Logan, spending time in her ‘box’. The throwback photo brought back many emotional memories, reminding me of a time when we were held captive by Logan’s diagnosis of Aniridia and her visual and sensory limitations. When Logan was an infant, she didn’t know how to process the world…
