Or as I like to think of you...
I am a therapist, a feminist and the mom of twin sons, one of whom has epilepsy. We live a fortunate but too often off-the-rails life. Epilepsy does not define my family, but it sure does drive a truck through it.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Footnote
It may matter to no one, and likely you did not notice, but I feel I should make some statement about the way my children's names keep changing as I write here. They haven't in fact. But I couldn't find my way between privacy and transparency. Both of my boys have weighed it out and decided that they'd very much like to keep their names, thank you. They seem to trust that I will write what I need to write. So, thank you Griffin and Cesare for your love, trust and maturity.
Or as I like to think of you...
Or as I like to think of you...
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