learning disabilities

I am the oldest of seven children. All of them are either step siblings, half siblings or in Brenda's case - adopted (she's actually my cousin and my father took custody of her). So I was not one of those only children that got used to things being all my way or all about me (not that all only children have that situation - no offense intended) and than recieved a shock later in life.  Read More »

M was down for her nap. I had just read her a story and gone downstairs to unpack her preschool backpack. Her mother was in a comfy family room chair, holding the new baby and trying not to cry. She was in the throes of a bad postpartum depression. M did not really understand that anything was wrong with her mom; she only knew that her routine was all messed up.  Read More »

It is funny really, how depressing some things can be. These things are not, on the surface, all that important and yet, they repeatedly reduce us to tears and feelings of complete inadequacy. It is only upon closer examination that we learn just how truly important these things are and what exactly they really mean.  Read More »