Returning Home in a Fog
After my week in Raleigh, I came home and immediately started thinking about next year’s conference. Would I be able to go again? Could I wait that long to see these new friends again? I had met people from all over the country and world…England, France,...
lost in a dream
my heart is heavy and i am lost in a dream. nothing in life is quite what it seems. we come to a point or period of time where it feels we are losing more than we gain. there is still hope in my life, a small subtle sign that all is not lost — pockets of joy i...
Love & the Disability Factor, part two
In another year, I headed to middle school and I met a whole new set of classmates. I didn’t stay in contact with the first boy. No one caught my eye again until eighth grade when new neighbors moved in right next door. I could see the house every time I looked...