August.. the smell of relapse

August.. the smell of relapse

With Sophia heading off to the first day of preschool I find myself feeling so anxious these days.  Of course the race is 30 days away and it’s on my mind but there seems to be a familiar pit in my stomach that I can’t shake.  This past week or two I have had ups...

The business of being me

I felt like all my life I really was who I am.  It wasn’t until Isabella was diagnosed that I felt like I started to become someone who I wasn’t the real me.  I was forced to educate myself on medical terms, clean up vomit without flinching, give shots to screaming children, etc..  All of...