"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
Dallas Fowler is a single mother to a special needs little boy. She began writing as a way to cope with her son's chronic disease. As she began advocating for the disease, she wanted to start sharing her writing in the hopes that it will provide someone else the encouragement and therapy that she felt from it. See more from Dallas on her website.
