It’s been almost six years since I wrote this post about the playroom we created for Tori in the midst of medical appointments and uncertainty. It was a project of … Continue reading New Playroom and Redemptive Joy
Tag: Tori
There are Stories to Tell and Lives to Save
“I know more about Krabbe than I’ll ever know about Collin.” Kevin Cushman My friend, Kevin, made this statement at a recent Krabbe panel in which we both participated and … Continue reading There are Stories to Tell and Lives to Save
Signed by Governor Wolf
In September, I was told it was “improbable but not impossible” to see SB983 progress because of our many delays (and a global pandemic). I took that as a challenge. … Continue reading Signed by Governor Wolf
Sweet Relief
This spreadsheet has been part of my daily life for over four years. I meticulously gathered contact info for all 253 elected officials, kept track of committees, when I contacted … Continue reading Sweet Relief
SB983 – Out of House Human Services Committee
I was not adequately prepared for the level of stress and frustration that accompanied today’s proceedings. We knew that the Department of Health had been “shopping around” their amendments and … Continue reading SB983 – Out of House Human Services Committee
SB983 – Moving to the Floor
It’s been a very long ten days. Ten days ago we weren’t sure if SB983 (our Newborn Screening Legislation) was going to have a fighting chance this session. Ten days … Continue reading SB983 – Moving to the Floor
Strength & Scars
Today Caleb broke the handle off of my favorite coffee mug. This mug was given to me while Tori was sick and I love that it has both giraffes and … Continue reading Strength & Scars
Sometimes Grief Looks Like Clothing
I knew that we would have many practical tasks to handle once we found out that our embryo transfer had failed. A failed transfer meant that our family was complete … Continue reading Sometimes Grief Looks Like Clothing
Lament and Joy
A friend recently asked me a two-part question that I have been pondering for days now. She asked: “How has your story of walking through lament – and joy in … Continue reading Lament and Joy
Nineteen Months & Twenty-Eight Days
Sometimes I just don’t know what to say. I’ve had nearly twenty months to prepare and yet I’m still not sure what to write. I’ve felt some self-imposed pressure to … Continue reading Nineteen Months & Twenty-Eight Days
Even So, Joy 