BARK! BARK! WOOF! WOOF! The guest staying in our rental cabin had come down to the house. Our dogs, Honey and Maple, were banished to the kitchen until our guest returned to her car after a brief visit. I sat down to get back to work. BARK! BARK! WOOF! WOOF!…
“Raise your hand if your return to reality has been a struggle.” That was the text I received moments after being set up on my phone to write this column. I had to chuckle. My best friend was referring to the weekend we had just spent at the coast…
Our nights are broken up by machines beeping, or Ella calling for us to reposition her as she sleeps. Having a child with SMA means interrupted sleep is par for the course. Overnight, Ella has her feeding pump running, giving her…
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