I have never been at a loss for words. Always questioning, curious, maybe a bit nosy, and willing to chip in my two cents worth. 

The very best part of my work life was a career in which I got to spend the day talking to, and learning from, lots of wonderful people! And for the last so many years, talking has turned into writing my book and this blog.

But right now I find myself struck dumb. My beautiful son is gravely ill, and I find myself unable to speak about anything in the face of this.

He has had Multiple Sclerosis since he was in his early 20’s. He turned 53 last week. We had a birthday party for him at his tiny little bungalow, with barely room to move for the people who came to celebrate him, shower him with love, and to eat a piece of the most delicious and beautiful birthday cake I’ve ever seen!

Had you been outside and looking down on that bungalow, I’m sure it would have appeared engulfed in radiant light; an aurora borealis pulsating in greens, pinks and gold.

Thank you all for holding space for me.

XO Donna