First in a series. This morning, my oldest son, Julian, 30, called me from Philadelphia, where he is living for two months before packing up his bags and moving again. He is a professional entertainer hoping to sing on Broadway one day. Currently, he’s on his first national tour for…
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This season, we’ve seen terrible natural disasters. Tropical storms, wildfires, mudslides, earthquakes, and flash floods have destroyed communities worldwide. Watching news reports from these places is heartbreaking. We may not know how to respond to seeing people covered in mud searching for loved ones or coming home to find only…
Lately, I have been trying to spend as little as I reasonably can. I decided to enter a season of aggressively paying down debt. Even writing that makes me slightly uneasy. I have a personal concern about announcing goals: Sometimes saying what I plan to do gives me enough…
If I could go back in time, I would learn to control my anger sooner. I didn’t say unkind things or become physical, but my voice did get loud enough to frighten my children. After I regained my senses, I would punish myself for the panic I saw in…
I went on a date with my husband, Joe, when I was a 19-year-old college freshman. Thirty-eight years later, we’re still together. Like most couples, we had our share of challenges early on, but we made it through. Building a life together at a young age isn’t easy, but…
Recently, my husband, Jared, and I asked our 7-year-old daughter what she knew about being a hemophilia carrier. It wasn’t a serious family meeting. There was no carefully prepared speech. She was stimming and half-playing while we talked, and at times I wasn’t entirely sure how much of the…
Many years ago, my family attended the National Bleeding Disorders Foundation’s Bleeding Disorders Conference. My youngest son, Caeleb, was 8 at the time. Due to his hemophilia, he experienced numerous internal bleeding episodes as a child, making it impossible for him to walk long distances. We brought a wheelchair…
Growing up in Houston, I remember the now-defunct amusement park AstroWorld being a significant part of summer for many people. Its star attraction was the Texas Cyclone, a nearly 100-foot-tall wooden roller coaster whose steep drops and quick turns could make your stomach do somersaults. If…
Due to my husband Jared’s severe hemophilia B, we keep a small, personal supply of factor replacement therapy in our refrigerator that typically is enough to cover one bleeding emergency. This isn’t a small detail for families like ours who live in the Philippines, where access to factor products…
My Peloton bike doesn’t go anywhere. That’s the whole point. It sits in my bedroom, stationary, pedals turning against resistance I set myself, wheels spinning in place while the rest of the world stays exactly where it is. No cross-country route, no open road, no wind at my back. Just…
