When he first looked into my eyes and screamed at the top of his lungs, a rush of love poured through my body unlike anything I'd experienced before. To say it was worth the wait is insufficient.
I initially started blogging about my cancer journey as way to avoid talking about it to others. I soon realized that the process was therapeutic for me. Now, I'm still learning to love and accept myself. But I'm working at it, every single day, for myself as well as my daughter.
When my mother was 25, she divorced her abusive husband, my father. In retaliation for this courageous act, my mother, my 4-year-old intellectually-disabled brother and I were locked out of our home.
There is a common belief that creativity is the exclusive domain of the young, but this belief is simply wrong -- a product of the drama of early conceptual breakthroughs.