Monthly archive November, 2012
I Got Schooled!

I Got Schooled!

Yesterday I witnessed something most people never will.  I became the ‘fly on the wall’ that I had always dreaded, yet hoped, I could be.  My youngest son’s aide called in sick and no one was available to replace her.  It was either keep him home or tag along, so tag along I did! The...
Unforgettable Kindness

Unforgettable Kindness

Last week I turned forty; I think it’s only fair that I give some credit where credit is due.  Without the kindness of these people, I don’t know where, or who, I’d be today. These are some of the many folks that showed me unbelievable kindness, a kindness I try to pay forward as often as...
But I really am...

But I really am…

I was just told that I’m not as happy as I think I am.  That floored me.  I mean, aren’t we exactly as happy as we think we are? I actually spend much of my day enjoying it.  I share that with the rest of the world because the newness of true happiness, at times, is overwhelming. ...
Unnoticed No More

Unnoticed No More

I vividly remember the day my son Dane’s physical therapist pointed out that there was an elephant standing in the middle of our living room.  We had all been so busy concentrating on Dane’s cerebral palsy diagnosis that the adorable, curly blond headed boy, full of autistic tendencies, staring at the TV screen, spinning in...
The Truth About Dane

The Truth About Dane

My son Dane has Cerebral Palsy.  It’s not a bad word.  No, not necessarily a good word either.  Before I had Dane the most I knew about CP was that Blair’s cousin Geri had it on ‘The Fact’s of Life’.  Not a lot to go on, admittedly. At 24 weeks I started going into labor...
No! I'm Adopted???

No! I’m Adopted???

Who is that beautiful woman standing next me?  That’s my Ma.  Why is she my mom?  – Because she loves me.  She filled out a mound of paperwork, shelled out the cash, got in line and waited. Strangely, she almost wasn’t my mom.   She and her sorority sister, Shirley, had gone to the same adoption...
It’s Never Too Late – How a Day on Set Set Me Free

It’s Never Too Late – How a Day on Set Set Me Free

I’ll admit it. I had given up on film, forever.  I was 37, had two toddlers with special needs, found myself living in the middle of Central Pennsylvania and handled mindless data entry for my husband’s family business.  My high haired, heavily made-up, mini-skirt wearing days were over.  I traded in auditions for doctor’s appointments...
My Maya - You have to open the door for a hero to walk in.

My Maya – You have to open the door for a hero to walk in.

I was going through some old files and came across this letter.  I wrote this letter shortly after discovering that we qualified to have a home health aide assist me in the daily care of my two special needs children. Not one to accept, or even ask for help, the thought of a stranger coming...