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Hide The Remotes

I was never going to write on here. I was going to comment and offer support… but I was never going to write about how I felt. “It’ll go away later,” I’d tell myself. “There worse things out there in life than feeling down every now and then.” “Everyone gets...

How’s Gabriel?

How’s Gabriel? I hear that all the time.  There is no simple answer.  But answering it is the focus of my daily life.  Every day.  The real answer is Gabriel’s not OK. Gabriel is Bipolar. His moods shift. Daily. Weekly. Yearly. He is never OK. I spend my days like a...

Protecting The Innocent

I don’t remember when reporting of suspected abuse and threat assessments (e.g., suicide risk identifications) became mandatory for educators and counselors. It was before I became a parent, I know that much, and it dawned on me a long time ago that there were...

The Stew

This evening the conversation goes like this: Me: Sam, would you like to have beef stew for dinner again, like Daddy and me? Sam: Yeah. Me: Great. Dinner is in ten minutes. I am pleased that Sam says yes. I am pleased that he tried the stew at dinner last...

How Can One Child Have So Much Woe?

Friday’s child is loving and giving. So why is my Friday child confused and behave as though he’s Wednesday’s child instead?  B doesn’t stick to the old English poem.  He got confused along the way. I know exactly when that was. When he was twelve days old and caught...