Essential Sicily
In Franca's Words: When travel becomes less about filling every moment with purpose and more about finding purpose in every moment.
Our Mission
Who Do We Think We Are?
Introducing The Revelate
With the youngest of our three children headed off to attend college, we're faced with the question: What comes next?
Ignoring Opportunity When it Knocks
Happily Content with Staying Small in Small-town America “The answer is yes, what is your question?” Those were the words the broker sitting across from us used as he attempted to convince the two of us, my wife and I, to move our small business to a larger city, just
In Good Time
One of the first things I did after Lia’s diagnosis for T1 was go out and buy dress clothes. It sounds crazy, I know, especially all of these twenty-five months later. What an impulsive, irrational thing to do, right, as if $100 slacks, a couple of nice shirts, and
Words Without Envy
The way the year ended was pretty much the way that it started with a trip to the children’s wing of the hospital. Only this time our purpose there was not to admit Lia for what would become a very long and arduous twelve months discovering and treating diabetes,
Pajama Walks
The Things We Have Now It was a cold, beautiful night with fresh snow on the ground and because it was cold and had snowed we stayed in our day clothes after dinner and put on our boots and heavy winter jackets and slipped on our gloves and knit caps
Roughly Speaking
roughly 2,000 finger sticks roughly 500 middle of the night blood sugar checks roughly 700 shots roughly 60 infusion set changes roughly 200 episodes of hypoglycemia roughly 1000 episodes of hyperglycemia roughly feeling like a perfectly fine nine year old 1.5 days out of every 3 roughly counting
In Each Our Own Voice, Every Step of the Way
Since Lia’s diagnosis eleven and a half months ago one of the things we’ve been watchful of and spent many long hours safeguarding against was the effect diabetes would have, if any, on everyone’s self-esteem. We watched out especially for Lia’s, but our worry was not
External Genetistry
It was a common yet unproductive habit in the days, weeks and months following Lia’s diagnosis to do as any worried parent might do and question every external encounter or genetic mutation in our family history in pursuit of where had this come from. Often it wasn’t a