Raising Hope has changed the course of my life, and while that shift was just beginning, along came Henry with a special story all his own. There was no time to really think about why we were doing what we were doing or how we were doing what we were doing. We just did what needed to be done…
Hope is returning to NYC this September and this time, so are we!! You may register for the September 17th walk at anytime, but if you’d like to join team Strive With Hope, NDSS can only guarantee t-shirts if you register by Friday, August 12th.
There is truly nothing I want more than to tell our local community that we are here to stay and that this town and all it has to offer is for Hope, too.
There is no greater gift you can give this World Down Syndrome Day than to consider whether you have room to shift your perspective on what makes a person valuable and what you or your family can do with this privilege.
In the spirit of virtual advocacy, this year we accepted the new NDSS 32.1-mile challenge, which kicks off tomorrow and runs for three weeks. Matt will be rowing his way to 32.1 miles and I’ll be on our Peloton bike, riding under the #Racingfor321 tag. (If you’re on Peloton, please join us!!!)
This is the story of a playdate. The playdate. Our children’s first, actual playdate since the term “social distancing” became a mainstay in our vocabularies, a progression from the stay-at-home orders that were put in place in March. This was our one and only playdate of the summer.
Among October’s most notable awareness campaigns are Down syndrome and breast cancer, although it seems appropriate that similar causes share the stage, including those for Spina Bifida, pregnancy and infant […]
Mainstreaming—including children with special needs in a typical classroom—is something we think about regularly, despite Hope’s young age. We think about when we will introduce her to our town’s public […]
Before Hope arrived, I had a wild fantasy flourishing in my mind of how life as a stay-at-home mom would go. I was fully aware that I wouldn’t be sleeping […]
At Her Own Pace 