“I don’t want to go to Holland!” I cried to my mother the day I realized my daughter had special needs. My mother knew what I meant without further explanation. She had the poem on her wall for years when I was younger – about what it is like to raise a child with special […]
She had the poem on her wall for years when I was younger – about what it is like to raise a child with special needs, how to plan a trip to Italy, only to find yourself landing in Holland. You cycle through anger and disorientation before you finally find the beauty of your unexpected […]
