I was the PTO mom, the carpool mom, the Brownie leader. We ate family dinners at the table, taught our children manners and took family vacations. My husband and I were blessed to have very good jobs. My daughter, Brittany, the beautiful girl in the photo, was the honor roll student, the volunteer at the city parks and recreation department …
You Cannot Live Here Anymore
When my daughter Brittany suffered her seizures, she was in the hospital for 5 days. 5 excruciating long days. I couldn’t sleep, for fear she would have another seizure. I had moved the hospital chair around so I could directly face her, my body jumping in fear every time her eyes fluttered. At the time, my husband John and I …
No One Brings You Casseroles When Your Child is an Addict
I remember when I was 15 years old and my Grandfather passed away of cancer. Friends and family brought over casseroles, pies, and lasagnas. Warm cookies left on the porch and neighborly visits of talks and coffee. My mom needed that support. She was able to work through some of her grief without having to worry about making dinners and …