Back in 2024, I wrote a piece called, “Who Does This Mom Think She Is?” - a letter to my child's medical team. This is the letter I would write today. Dear Doctor, It’s me again. It’s been a while. Allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m the crazy mom who used to contact you frequently in desperation over my child’s illness. You know…the mom who was in denial and couldn’t accept what you told her? Yes! That’s me. Wait! Don’t run away… I know you’re not thrilled to hear from me. You...

Years ago, I worked with a high school student I’ll call Bryce. Bryce had a reputation that preceded him...and not in a good way. According to the faculty room chatter, Bryce was a problem. He consistently refused to do work. He was disrespectful. When pushed, Bryce would either act out, or simply get up and leave. There were power struggles. Many. He collected detentions like some kids collect Pokemon cards. By all accounts, Bryce was a BAD KID. Except…Bryce wasn’t a bad kid. Bryce...

“I’m going to say something you’re not going to like…” This was my reluctant response to a group of 35 elementary school teachers during...