Three people have caused dramatic shifts in my life.
My sister Annie has autism, and I grew up being hurt by her, a lot.
My father Richard, who was the person most like me in the world, passed away suddenly when I was 23 years-old.
And my son Henry, died in-utero from a fatal genetic disease called osteogenisis imperfecta type 2.
This is a collection of short stories about them. All are true. None are exaggerated.
To access the stories, click on the three lines at the top of the page, above the small round picture. It’s next to the magnifying glass. Looks like this: