“No son of mine will ever have his nails painted.” Seriously?!
Don’t tell me my special needs son “looks so normal”.
Despite every bruise, every heartache, I wouldn’t change a thing.
And I have no idea what I’m doing.
Am I so afraid of death that I can’t live my life?
I want them to stand out from a crowd based on their character and inherent goodness, not based on a series of checkmarks on a resume.
If only every passenger on a plane could be this understanding.
I adopted my daughter myself, as a single mother. But lately, the comments about her “Daddy” keep on coming …
And how we can do better.
He’s either gonna be the death of me or the greatest accomplishment of my lifetime.
If you’ve ever Googled tirelessly to find an answer to this one too, then you’ll feel his pain.
In one day, at the end of one year, that whole part of my life disappeared and it felt like maybe it had all been a wonderful dream. Or was this all just a terrible nightmare?
Read this … then go kiss your spouse in front of your kids.
Mike Berry has something to say about how a healthy marriage works.
They totally just wanted an excuse for an epic lightsaber battle.