A Time for Hope

Holding On Through the Changes: What Indiana’s Medicaid Shifts Mean for Families

On July 2, an Indiana mother opened the letter she had dreaded. Medicaid had denied the waiver services her son depended on for nursing care. Her choices were unthinkable: quit her job to provide care full-time or risk her child’s health without the support they’d been promised. This is what “policy change” looks like—not in…

Why Every Leader Needs to Listen: The Power of Questions and the Courage to Understand

The whiteboard squeaked beneath my marker: “What makes a great leader?” The answers came quickly—bold, confident, brave, honest, funny. Year after year, classroom after classroom, the words changed—but the pattern stayed the same. The one word I believed mattered most—listening—never made the board. Why is that? We often define leadership by volume. Big voices. Big…

The Big Beautiful Cost of Medicaid Cuts

The Big Beautiful Cost of Medicaid Cuts There are moments when policy becomes personal. This is one of them. Medicaid cuts in Indiana are no longer theoretical—they are active, expansive, and alarming. These aren’t just budget adjustments. These are structural decisions that will affect how we educate, how we care, how we feed, and how…

On the left, text reads "A Time For Hope." Below this, the logo of The Arc of Indiana. On the right, an image of two white and yellow flowers growing through cracks of a brick walkway. Below, there is a circular photo of a smiling Black woman with curly hair. Beneath the photo, a black text box reads "Hope in Times of Uncertainty by: Marya Sherron | Board member, The Arc of Indiana."

A Time for Hope: Hope in Times of Uncertainty

A reflection on what it means to hold onto hope when the systems we trust begin to unravel—and how our belief in what is possible must carry us forward. Hope is not always easy. I almost didn’t write this post. I sat in stillness, unsure whether I had the right words—or the emotional stamina—to speak…

A Time for Hope: A Room That Reminds Us We Belong

The other day, I had the privilege of walking through a space I never knew I needed—a quiet sanctuary tucked within the heart of a bustling airport. As I stepped into the Indianapolis International Airport Sensory Room, I felt something rare and sacred: my family was seen. And it just felt right. That moment came…

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