I was in a pediatric hospital room yesterday, just as a visitor. The room was empty, unused. The impact of the sensory input took me by surprise. The hard surfaces of the parents' chair, the cot under the window, the bathroom in the corner. A room where life is suspended while a child receives care.... Continue Reading →

My Son

I've written extensively about my daughter, and a little about my youngest son Thomas, but in the background of these thoughts has always been my relationship with my oldest, Matthew. I need to correct that. Matthew was the child who arrived when I was still a child, barely 21 years old, a college student pregnant... Continue Reading →

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