The Hard Work of Being Hopeful

Society as a whole is filled with nice people. I met a ton of these kind people, whose heart is filled with kindness and generosity. But I don’t live in a bubble. I know some people are cruel. I know there is hate in this world. I know there is racism, bigotry, prejudice, misogyny, homophobia and discrimination. And while I encountered this cruelty in my life before my children were born-and stillborn, I just didn’t know how real it was until I became a special-needs mom. I am a little weary taking Nicky anywhere with me-a simple trip to Target can be filled with long stares, ugly looks and whispers. It’s unconscionable, but that’s how it is. This isRead More

In the Business of Caring?

I grew up in Italy, so this whole thing about needing “Medical Insurance” is still a bit baffling to me, even though I’ve lived here 2/3 of my life. The more I learn about Health Care in Italy the more I like it. I can’t help but compare what Insurance Companies put me through, forcing me to declare bankruptcy twice over medical bills they refused to pay, with similar circumstances from friends and family in the old continent. My cousin’s husband who lives in my hometown in Italy, for example, had a stroke late last year. By all accounts it was even worse than what my husband suffered several years ago. But instead of receiving automatic continuous PhysicalRead More