Join us for a day of exploring colors, textures and new friends. Make art and crafts with paint, paper, mosaic and more!
Have you noticed our beautiful new website? I’ve been hard at work this past fall designing the new site with our good friend/artist Sara Wilcox. She and I collaborated to create the new logo and website design. My goal in updating the site was to introduce new programs and showcase a better representation of what we have done the past two years. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted it to look like and Sara helped refine my thoughts and used her artistic eye to develop my vision. Oniracom then helped bring that vision to life! Their whole team of people were in absolute pleasure to work with. They were easy to contact, got back to me quickly, and completed the project within six weeks! They also provided insights on features that make a website successful. We are so blessed to be surrounded by people who want to help us make a difference. Also, my cards are now for sale!
Over the past two years, the essential relationship between my Mom and I has changed. Throughout my high school years, I was about as independent as a teenager could be. I relished the process of making my own decisions, driving myself to school and work, and working toward my goals. I was depending less and less on my parents to operate my day to day life. I was becoming the captain of my own ship.
Today, December 21st, is the first day of Winter, the day with the least amount of sunshine. You have probably noticed the shorter days and the sun setting a little earlier each day as fall progressed.
In recognition of Spinal Cord Injury Awareness Month, I would like to share what "Redefining Possible" has meant to me. My spinal cord injury is so much more than being in a chair. Although there is much pain, fear and loss it has taught me to triumph in the face of tragedy.
One of my lasting memories from the Cottage PICU was the outpouring of concern I felt from my friends and family. I was the subject of many prayers throughout those early days. Pastor Alan, from our church, came every day and prayed over me and my family.
I often struggle with the idea of why this happened to me when my sickness has no known explanation. When I ponder the whys and the hows, it creates anger and frustration rather than anything constructive or useful.
This was our first real adventure outside of county lines, and although there were some nervous jitters, the excitement outweighed it all. However, being frequent Disney goers, I was depressed I wouldn't be able to enjoy it the way I used to.