Friendly Faces
In 2000, one of my company investors, Sandy Apgar, invited me to a networking event at the Corcoran Gallery in Washington, DC. It was a who’s who – the place was dark, drinks were flowing, and people were shaking hands.
First Generation
In May 2000, I had the honor of walking across a stage for the first time.
I earned an MBA, without finishing high school or college, from the Loyola University Maryland Sellinger School of Business and Management.
Adventures with Leslie, An Honored Guest
It’s the kind of question you ask knowing that whichever way it’s answered, there’s really no way to say no, which is why I was nervous to pick up the phone and call. But I also didn’t want to miss the wedding.
I Never Went to College
I had no idea visiting colleges with my teen would be a walk down memory lane, especially for this non-college graduate.
Adventures with Leslie, Independence
Leslie returned home after visiting with family for a few days. She walked in the door…didn’t slow her roll even a tiny bit as she breezed past me…took off her shoes, walked up the steps, emptied her lunch bag, put the water bottle and containers in the sink, handed me the schedule of activities at her day program, unpacked her overnight bag, put her laundry in the bin, and hung up her clothes.
Adventures with Leslie, Crisis!
Caring for someone with disabilities requires understanding what kinds of programs/services are available in the community. Leslie is in a day program called Chimes. It gives her purpose – a place to go every day.
Adventures with Leslie, A Fashion Show
Yesterday, I settled on the sale of my mother’s house. I knew the paperwork would be signed later in the day, so I asked Leslie if she’d like to go over to see it one last time. It was her home for most of her adult life. She said no.
Adventures with Leslie, Unconditional Love
Leslie arrived at my house with a bottle of shampoo that was more water than cleanser, and towels that no longer represented their original color, threadbare with holes. Everything was in tattered plastic bags. Leslie needs basic care.
Adventures with Leslie, Frappes are the Bomb!
I wasn’t sure how much to do for my sister Leslie when she arrived at my house. In many ways she is an adult, and in others, she is sweet and child-like. This contrast presented itself right away when it comes to household chores.
Adventures with Leslie, Duty and Privilege
One of the new jobs in my role caring for my sister, Leslie, was taking an oath as her representative payee.
