I sat down on the couch last night with my computer while Greg was watching football and started going through emails. I opened one from ...

Well my friends, I hope you have enjoyed reading my blog as much as my grandson likes to watch videos of himself, and as much as I like w...

I don't think there is a child out there that does not walk away from divorce without some kind of a scar. Even if the divorce is not a ...

I know, there isn’t such thing as stage 4 autism, but that is what I call it when I try and describe Dawson’s situation. I feel when I sa...

We all know the scene in The Notebook when Lon proposes to Allie, and the moment that it happens, Noah's face pops in her head. She was s...

Over the last several weeks of writing this Blog, I have received so many encouraging private message and phone calls. I can't begin to t...

My twenty-two year old daughter, Sophia, came home for Christmas break and one of the first things she asked me was, “Mom, when are you g...

Trauma. Even the word sounds traumatic! It comes in all shapes and sizes, and can have a different meaning to different people. For peop...

I think I have been putting off this part of the story for several reasons, but most of all because I have to go to bed every night with ...

I was going to write about something else, but changed my mind after thinking about it for a while today. It has been one of those weeks...

People always ask me what it was like being married to a professional baseball player. It is hard to describe in a few words just how sp...

2002 Of all the things we were doing to help Dawson in those early years, this was the one thing I wasn’t sure about. It was the only th...

No, I was not trying to catch up to Elizabeth Taylor. I will say that for the one hundredth time, and probably hundreds more. I have h...

December 2018 When Greg came home from his hunting trip yesterday afternoon, I asked him what he thought about my latest post. He sort o...

Late 2009 I wrote this journal entry about 10 years ago I think, but things are still a little fuzzy about that time. Dawson was around ...

I stood looking into the mirror of the marble covered bathroom in our hotel suite at the Beach Club Resort on the Disney World property i...

December 1988 Crap, I didn’t think anyone would notice with my big, oversized ASU sweatshirt that I surely thought would cover up my love...

HELLO! Welcome to my very first post! I'm excited just typing those words! I am going to start with a piece I wrote many years ago about...