That was the moment, the moment when the roller coaster in his world started going up again, the moment that my 10 year old understood the personal power he had inside. He wasn’t passive, he was strong. He was confident. He could ride any coaster, figurative or literal, and come out triumphant.
Pain, and the management of it, is consuming most of my time these days. It’s a vicious cycle. I wake up in some sort of primeval agony and wait for the two pills that promise relief. That’s the easy pain…. Read More ›
My scars are everywhere, faded to white over the years, but still there. The long white line that stretches across my belly where five kids kicked and screamed their way into the world. The raised blotch on my knee from… Read More ›