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After my son, Ethan, was diagnosed with a rare and fatal genetic syndrome called Hunter syndrome, my husband and I were offered a place in a support group for parents who are raising children with special needs. We didn't have a babysitter, so I found myself sitting alone in a circle surrounded by strangers four months after Ethan was diagnosed.
Do you ever look outside of yourself and think, I wish I could do that? As I dive deeper into the world of travel writing, I find that once again I am only seeing the outer edges of a bubble that holds the real stuff inside. It's just like everything else, the ideal snapshot only tells one side of the story.