LORI STOTT
Writer
Clay Artist

Part of my journey was to find the people who could really help me—and who I could deal with. In my extensive research about infertility and “alternative” methods, acupuncture was one modality that kept coming up. Being, basically, an open-minded person, I was always ready for new experiences. I thought, what the hell? I’d give it a try. Luckily I lived in Boulder Colorado, a Mecca of sorts, for alternative medicines and treatments. We had more massage therapists, herbalists

I didn’t quite realize that I was getting old. That is, until an adventure guide in Costa Rica and a hip yoga instructor in Boulder told me. I’d been merrily going about my business, being a mom, running a small business, and writing a book. Sure, I had past the half-century mark, but who was counting? After my 50th birthday, which was spent with my family and dogs in our camper at a campground called “Difficult,” I didn’t think too much about aging. Except when other people

This morning, I was talking to a massage therapist-turned wonderful friend who has an awesome daugher with Down Syndrome. I told Anna Maria all about the adaptive ski program, Ignite Adaptive Sports, at the local Eldora Resort and about the National Sports Center for the Disabled, based in Winter Park, Colorado. I get very animated when I talk about these programs--adventure programming for people with and without disabilities was my deal for many years, even helping with tri

Twenty weeks into my pregnancy, Jay and I traveled to Florida for our annual trip to visit with my in-laws. In many ways—and I know this sounds weird—my mother-in-law and Jay’s step-father were responsible for us getting pregnant. My university health insurance did not cover all of our medical costs. My in-laws’ generosity allowed us the freedoms to explore in-vitro fertilization procedures, which are quite expensive. Without their heartfelt generosity and support, I know I