critically ill children

One of my worst days

I submitted this to my writing class. The students and teacher will provide feedback on Wednesday night. It is nerve wracking and terrifying. And essential. I still dream of writing my memoir and becoming a published author. I feel a wave of worthlessness wash over me, as I write this intro. How could I possibly […]


Sat at my feet

I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am […]