Hello! So glad you stopped by! I’m so excited that this blog is finally live! It’s been my long-time dream to create one, but to be honest, I’ve always been a little intimidated by technology and didn’t feel confident enough to give it a go. But several months ago, a friend gave me the encouragement […]

Micah and I sit beside each other in chairs along the wall in the bright, sunny middle school office. The friendly young counselor peeks her head around the hallway and invites us into her private space where we sit at a small round table. I’ve become acquainted with her during the last three years. In

Please wait for the host to start this meeting. I’d stared at this familiar screen command while sitting in my tiny home office, built-in white bookshelves on both sides of me, then looked out the window above my desk. It was early spring, and the grass had started to turn from brown to green, our

December 24, 2009. That date is Micah’s diaversary, a term people who have (or love someone with) type 1 diabetes call the date they were diagnosed. It was also, for me, the beginning of a long period of mourning for the life we had–for the life Micah had–before all the needles, test strips, and insulin.