Parenting is hard. Like really hard. I remember a particular night when Blythe’s Glycogen Storage Disease diagnosis was still somewhat new, and I was still crunching numbers, deep in online forums, and digesting any GSD related information I could get my hands on, and a sad Crosley walks up to me and tells me that everything we do is about Blythe. I was dealing with my own overwhelming stress and constantly feeling like I was doing everything wrong because there was just so m

It’s my birthday! My favorite day of the year! The bad news is, like clockwork, I woke up with a kink in my back that reminded me I’m no...

I distinctly remember, in the days after Blythe was first diagnosed, I just couldn’t wait for it to be two years later. I didn’t want to...