First day at The Home of The Innocents

First day at The Home of The Innocents

It was the day we took Lew to the Home of the Innocents to stay.  It was the worst day of my life — but not for the reasons I expected it to be. Everything went well that morning.  We knew we had to be ready to leave when Judson got on the school bus at 8:00...
Thoughts After September 11, 2001

Thoughts After September 11, 2001

Date:    9/16/01 11:06:27 PM Central Daylight Time From:    Cherry Moore To:    Joanna Taylor Dear Joanna, I sat down at my computer several times this week and couldn’t begin.  I couldn’t begin to pinpoint what I wanted to say.  The one thing most in my...
The Best (and worst) Social Worker

The Best (and worst) Social Worker

“THAT’S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY! IT ISN’T YOUR CHILD HAVING UNCONTROLLABLE SEIZURES ON YOUR LIVINGROOM FLOOR!!” My usually quiet voice blasted Lew’s pediatric neurologist.  A stunned silence followed on the end of phone line.  But he had a plan.  He...
Enough

Enough

I have a son who has severe physical and mental disabilities and whose life is worth living. It is worth enriching and cherishing. Someone asked me: “When do you know when you have done enough?” I wonder: Would he ask the same question about his own child? He implied,...

Dreams

The dreams parents have For their children Who have disabilities Are different as those parents And those children. One said to me: “I want more for my child Than the 4 “fs” : Food Flowers Filth Fetch.” Another told me, With bursting pride Of her child’s task, Well...