A week that began with the last days of Suicide Prevention Month and ended standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial, on what it means to show up for one person, and for a whole community, without needing the right words.
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For Suicide Prevention Month, a reflection on the crisis our family lived through starting when Daniel was eight, the metaphor that helped us survive it, and where we are now.
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A summer and a year of putting the oxygen mask on first, and what it means to walk into a busy season with grace instead of grinding through it.
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I spent years asking the world to truly see my children. Launch week was the moment I finally let it see me.
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A line from my book found me this week, not in a hospital room, but on a sidewalk and a stranger's front lawn. A reflection on invisible illness, bullying, and what it really costs to stand up for the people who cannot yet stand up for themselves.
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Over sixty people filled a room in Back Bay to celebrate the launch of Fighting for Their Lives. A recap of the night, a thank you, and a fundraiser for BAGLY.
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You hold it together everywhere it counts, then fall apart at a red light when a song comes on. That is not weakness. If you have ever felt invisible in the fight for your child, this one is for you.
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I bought a painting called Winter Night. There is a swirl in the center like a tornado, and what I learned looking at it is how you find your center again when everything is moving too fast.
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The book is almost here. It is finished, the proof is in my hands, but it is not in the world yet. I want to be honest about what is underneath the wait.
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People keep calling me brave. For loving my son. For supporting him. Then I heard a line from Anne Hathaway that named something I had never been able to say out loud.
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