Ultimate Therapy Plan

I stare at the wide open road outside my dining room window with forlorn eyes. I can almost picture myself so vividly on that road, running, with my long pony tail swinging fast side to side. My lungs fill with cold morning air, sweats form on my forehead and back, and my mind is on…

The Storms of Our Lives

Was it a vision? Or my imagination? I still try to find an explanation for that night. It was sometime between 2 and 5 AM when my sleeping daughter kicked her cute chubby leg up into the air only to have it land on my belly. At that moment, I was awakened instantly and had…