The ladies lived in a house on a campus that sprawled between a few small Midwestern towns. It gave them a home that was less clinical than an institution and more encompassing than a single group home. Everyone who lived there required extensive and consistent attention. Leigh screamed from her chair and pounded the air with her flailing wrists. No, screamed is not accurate, she yelled. A scream infers emotion and her voice boomed without emotion, just loud. Leigh lived on the other side of the house, the ladies on my side could all stand, walk and eat independently, but from there each needed varied levels of assistance with her daily routines. I don’t know how these women came to their disability or how long they lived separate from their families. Were there complications at birth? A terrible sickness or accident along the way? They varied in age from early
Join us in watching and celebrating this short film written and directed by Michael McNally, a young man with Down syndrome who also happens to be from Omaha and an old friend of Marcus. (What can I say? We know cool people.)
10 years ago, I was the customer service and marketing manager in the family print shop and Quinn and I celebrated our 10-year wedding anniversary with a delightful party at the Joslyn Art Museum and I wore a fabulous dress. I celebrated a breakthrough in my health and was in the few “perfect weight” years of my life. (Well, to be honest, I had one singular year of perfectly healthy weight. Ah well…but this post isn’t about my body
So, that time of year, eh? Reflection and looking forward. The last several years I’ve embraced choosing a word of the year theme.
Some years I’ve stayed true and been more successful with my theme than others. In 2018 we did produce, not as prolifically or as completely as I had intended last December, but I tend to shoot rather high. 🙂 We certainly didn’t slouch and we learned a lot,