The Only Way to Fly Free

My girl is brave. She runs. She climbs. She torpedoes through the kiddie pool. She rescues her dollies from dire illnesses. She picks up pincher bugs with her bare little hands. She lives life full. But every now and then, she isn’t so sure. Yesterday at the park, while perched on the big kid swing, she said quietly, “Mommy, I just feel a little bit … More The Only Way to Fly Free

On Being Misunderstood

  All my life, for better or worse, I have been quietly paralyzed by this question, “How will they see me?” But then seven years ago, when I was diagnosed with Chronic Lyme, I could hardly look at myself in the mirror. I didn’t want to face the world. Because I was now beset with this mostly invisible, … More On Being Misunderstood