Dr. Mary Susan McConnell offers a dose of fun, creativity, and connection to parent caregivers

I have a bad habit of counting myself out. Call it a wicked case of imposter syndrome. Call it lack of confidence or self esteem.

Thankfully, life isn’t like that. It’s not all soft spring, lazy summer or spectacular autumn blazing, so it’s not all harsh winter, either.

It takes courage to take a risk and ask us about Hilde or our situation, but want in on a little secret?

How can you be of any help to others, after all, if you pass out from lack of oxygen?

God has never failed to put me where I need to be, when I need to be there. Seldom do I understand why until hindsight reveals it.

There was never going to be an ideal time to start, so I started right in the middle of the mess.

I couldn’t prevent grief from entering our lives, so I ceased making that the objective.

How can one survive in a perpetual state of unknowing?