Multiple Sclerosis I am that Moose I’m that moose because when my sweet husband arrives home at the end of a day, he often finds a trail of good intentions all leading to an exhausted woman who has tucked herself into bed while dinner is half prepared on the kitchen counter.
Multiple Sclerosis My Confession Something only has power over us if we are willing to give it that power. When we stand in the light, the darkness must flee.