Or maybe you know someone who does. If so, I hope you’ll check out Stronger Together, the special section on mental health now running on the Huffington Post. And while you’re there, leave a comment on my new piece, Confessions of a Blue-gened Blonde. Thanks!
This just in: I’m putting my head in the sand and taking a break from the news. I can’t listen to another story about missing planes and kidnapped school girls, about children gunned down in class and police officers executed in their squad car. I can’t read another piece about whites hating blacks and blacks hating whites and cyber attacks and terrorist threats, and horrific invasions and unjust imprisonments. I need a breather from stories about poverty and refugee camps and cancer and bullying and kids committing suicide. The barrage of bad news is killing me, paralyzing me, making me ask myself “why bother?” about…everything. Put a fork in me, I’m done. At least for the next few days.
This Season, Be a Caregiver to a Caregiver
As an autism mom and former cancer caregiver, there have been long stretches of time when the only medical professionals I saw were those I took my son or late husband to see. (To read more, click here.)
Together, Stu and I, along with the assistant sitting with us, whispered the word “milk” at the exact moment Casey shouted, “Wine!” and then added, as the evaluator cracked up, the assistant and my husband got hysterical, and I tried to hide, “My mom loves white wine!”
Read the full column here.