by Mary E. Ulrich | May 19, 2011
photo credit: Elliotphotos This morning I saw an egret in our garden. It stood majestically with its head tilted upward and its slender white body contrasting with the green of the newly planted tomato plants. The bird looked around for a long minute, and then flew...
by Mary E. Ulrich | Jan 19, 2011
not my job “It’s NOT my Job”| Caregivers and Direct Care Staff It is the little things that make all the difference. For almost 11 years Aaron, my son with the label of autism, has lived with his buddy Jack with 24 hour support staff paid for by...
by Mary E. Ulrich | Aug 23, 2010
Signing Your Life Away–literally. We usually pick our son Aaron up at his house on Saturday night at 5 PM and then bring him back Sunday night between 7-9 PM. And each time the residential staff person asks us to sign this form from the “company”: RELEASE OF...
