New Year: Moving mountains

New Year: Moving mountains
New Year: Moving mountains

Leaving the Pacific Northwest and Seattle, the place that was home for twenty five years –¬†twenty five years¬†– does not feel like failure. Instead it feels like doing the right thing for my child. It feels like exhaling for the first time in nearly eight years, since my son’s diagnosis of cortical visual impairment (CVI). Continue reading “New Year: Moving mountains”