Some moments in my life are ingrained in my soul, such as the births of my sons, my wedding day, the mornings when each of my parents died, and when I heard doctors utter the word “hemophilia.” These are points along my journey that changed the trajectory of my life…
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Over the past few months, my husband and I have been working extra hard on our jewelry retail business. It’s surprising how much work goes into running a small online store. My husband, Jared, thinks it’s because only two of us handle all aspects of the business, including…
Managing Chaos as a Family
If there is one word in the English language that drives me batty, it’s “chaos.” It implies a lack of control and an inability to stand on firm ground. It isn’t pleasant to be forced into a world that lacks any sense of stability. I must find a way to…
Answering the Tough Questions
As caregivers of loved ones managing chronic illness, we face questions that, when first heard, knock us to our knees. For my family, it was not so much a question as a statement. When “MacDonald the Older” was 4 years old, we set up to infuse through his port-a-cath…
Letting Go and Moving Forward
My family is preparing to move back to New Mexico. My husband’s job as a United Methodist pastor calls us to move often, so we have the moving process down to an art form. Still, it is not an easy feat. I am always in the moving mindset. Before I…
The Black Women’s Health Imperative (BWHI) recently created a Rare Disease Diversity Coalition focused on reducing racial disparities in the rare disease community. Getting a timely and accurate diagnosis for a disease that few people — sometimes even physicians — have heard of is challenging on its own merit.
My toddler, Cittie, recently got a new tricycle. She took to it instantly, although she couldn’t reach the pedals yet. The trike has a long attachment that allows us to take turns driving her around the house. Cittie was content to sit back and enjoy the ride. Now she often…
On a recent Sunday afternoon, cabin fever got the best of my family and we headed out to see where the road would take us. Our parameters were straightforward: It had to be within an hour, and the destination had to involve water. Because local traffic has been nearly absent,…
Keeping Museum Fridays Alive
During the summer, my sons and I usually choose a museum to visit on Fridays. It started with “MacDonald the Older” and continues with “MacDonald the Younger.” I look forward to the special times that I get to celebrate with my stinky sons. I call those moments sacred, set apart…
And Then Came Aunt Jessie
Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes, it is challenging to recognize the people in our lives who overcame overwhelming odds to remind us that life means more than merely accepting our condition. We must thrive, even when we face uncertain futures, painful treatments, or life-changing issues. Our champions,…