Posts tagged Special Needs

I have been angry. Angry that my brother was disabled at all. Angry at what it did to my childhood and kept on doing to …

Suddenly our mother and father locked eyes at that kitchen table and had the same thought–“when he seized in the hospital his heart stopped.”  They …

Rick’s whole first year, our mother put her hand through the crib slats on his chest, becoming a human apnea monitor through every night. After …

I remember the first time I met Jane.* She was in the third or fourth grade, although she was tall for her age and could …