My Daughter’s footsteps…

As I watch her walk along the sand in front of me, I wonder about my Daughter’s footsteps into her future. She doesn’t walk in mine, and nor would I want her to. But I¬†created her, and I must show her the way. Because of my own footsteps, I can teach her differently. Because I…

The Education we didn’t want for our kids…

It feels only logical to tell my story in the order of events. Not to dwell on the trauma but to move through it. I am sensitive to the feelings of those around me who have experienced this journey with me and the fact that they are all processing their own emotions. Our children, particularly,…