~Epilepsy in Real Life~
They let me kiss her on the forehead while they held her… The sweet little baby girl. Her enamored parents. Being only a month old, hers reminded me of my son’s sweet face when he seemed so incredibly tiny and fragile. Breakable, yet little did I know how resilient he would be. And little did... Continue Reading →
I needed a little liquid courage to put this on paper. (Besides it’s always much grittier, less polished and pretty, like real life.) But he said no. Nobody can know...
...there are byproducts of living with this disorder for which I'm grateful and putting them into words reminds me of something we've done on several Thanksgivings at my parents' house. We picked tree leaves and kept them in a basket by the door- at some point before dinner, each person would take one leaf and write something for which he/she was thankful, then we'd go around the dinner table and share our leaf...
So this weekend, in fact today, Friday, October 6, my husband and I were supposed to attend The RiSE festival outside of Las Vegas… Something I had been looking forward to for months and months since I purchased our tickets. It's supposed to be a time to come together with music, but most importantly, a message...
A new Instagram epilepsy friend recently tagged me in one of her posts and looking at these pictures, now I'm sitting here – in the parking lot of my son's karate class – with tears in my eyes... Yes, they are tears of sadness as I know the journey she's been on as a wife,... Continue Reading →
In Megan's Shoes 