How a hug rippled across time

I’ve had a really hard time lately feeling safe outside my home. We’ve been attacked by neighbors calling my Hispanic husband and half-Mexican / half-Irish kids racist names. My daughter has been bullied at school to the point we have her in therapy now – which we are paying for out of our own pockets…

2019 – The year I stopped choosing death

The day I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder was one of the happiest in my life – trust me I know how weird that sounds. If you had been told for years that you had a personality disorder, mood disorder, psychotic disorder, etc because NO doctor bothered to do actual blood tests then finding…