~Epilepsy in Real Life~
My life revolves around it. Me- singularly. If I close my eyes… No husband, no child, no job, no… whatever. Music. Any of you relate? There’s a song always for my mood. And I’ll play it- OVER and OVER- til my husband’s shaking his head and pleeeeeading for the repeat button to break. lol It’s... Continue Reading →
I walked along that street, oblivious to the sweat on my forehead and upper lip, loving the sunshine and the periodic breeze. But what I loved more was watching my son walk with purpose towards every house. Towards every mailbox. Towards wherever he could place one of those purple and white envelopes. He insisted on... Continue Reading →
...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...
In Megan's Shoes 