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When “Just Call and Ask” Isn’t Simple At All

Photo by energepic.com on Pexels.com I had to refill a prescription this week. One prescription. Here's what that took: a call to my mail-order pharmacy, who told me they'd outsourced the fill to another pharmacy. An online chat that couldn't help and told me to call. A phone call that got transferred four or five… Continue reading When “Just Call and Ask” Isn’t Simple At All

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The Quiet Threads That Bind: Siblings and Special Needs

Photo by Meruyert Gonullu on Pexels.com I don't have a sibling with a disability, so I want to be upfront about what this piece actually is: not an account of what it feels like from the inside, but what's visible from the outside, watching these families closely. The waiting rooms. The small routines that repeat… Continue reading The Quiet Threads That Bind: Siblings and Special Needs

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The Neuroscience Behind Yoga and Better Choices

Photo by RAY LEI on Pexels.com I was at the IAYT conference โ€” the International Association of Yoga Therapists โ€” when I heard this story from Robert Sturman, a photographer whose life's work has taken him inside prisons to photograph people practicing yoga. He was there, camera in hand, witness to something quietly extraordinary. And… Continue reading The Neuroscience Behind Yoga and Better Choices

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When Penny Said “I Know You”

My dad's sister Penny had limited speech. Most people couldn't understand much of what she said. But there was one phrase she had down cold โ€” one phrase that was perfectly clear every single time. "I know you." It didn't matter if she'd just met you or known you for decades. Penny greeted everyone the… Continue reading When Penny Said “I Know You”

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I’m Doing Motherhood…Again

Curdled milk. Poop under my fingernails. Snot on the cuff of my sleeve.Anticipating every need. Analyzing every cry, shout, and scream.Cutting up food. Changing outfits. Dosing medicines. Reading the same stories over and over. Filling the time. Somehow, surviving. Iโ€™m doing thisโ€ฆagain. When I first considered having my own children, I thought I had it… Continue reading I’m Doing Motherhood…Again