To the woman who did two U turns to pull over and ask me, “Are you okay?” when you saw me sobbing, doubled over, hands on my knees, staring at my red running shoes…
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My dear friends, One year ago, when I re-launched and re-organized this web space, I quite honestly had no idea what I was doing or why. All I knew was that I wanted to…
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I follow the respiratory therapist to the door of my 4-year-old daughter’s hospital room. The therapist stops at the door, near the waist-high grey trash can, and tugs at the paper yellow gown that…
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This post is dedicated to my Papa, Dr. James Costanza (November 26, 1935 — October 9, 2015) My arms are glowing. There is glitter everywhere. Glimmers of gold dust sparkle from my wrists to my…
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I stop running as I reach the end of the sidewalk, where the concrete meets the asphalt, under a large bright red STOP sign. I walk in tight circles, with my hands on my…
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It’s 5:00 PM, I open the duel panels to the refrigerator, glancing at one side and then the other. I crouch down to the lowest shelf and see what I’m looking for– a long…
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Written By: Maggie Montague (Aunt Maggie) I swore I would never be one of those people whose voice skyrockets in the presence of babies, bouncing between cheerful highs, soft coos, and inane giggles. And,…
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I walk through the open sliding glass doors – leaving Children’s Hospital. Tyler moves ahead of me with all of the gear we need to make it through a lengthy post-hospitalization pulmonary appointment: our…
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In our office there’s an old wooden desk facing the window. The desk is tall, airy, with a deep surface and enough room to pile books, accommodate a large succulent and a computer. It‘s…
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The tide is out– leaving an open beach of wet sand and swirling, foaming, ankle high waves. I watch my 16- month-old son run back and forth, back and forth, from puddles of water…
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The train car is filled with pine garland– sprinkled with reflective red, blue and green glittering ornaments. White lacy tissue puffs hang from the ceiling, swaying to the rhythm of the coasting sprinter. It…
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Thank you for joining us for Grace and Nora’s World! We hope you enjoy this special video, but first, a word from Becky Dean (Amazing Grace School of Performing Arts, Grace’s Mom) with Jesse Van…