Bedtime has come and gone. Songs have been sung. Pillows have been fluffed. Blankets have been tucked in. Kisses have been placed on foreheads. The dog has received his last head pat. Off to dreamland we go. Only we forgot something. “Mommy, what will Monday bring?” Our dear Sage needs to have a sense of “what’s
I am not October’s biggest fan. I love fall. I love the cool mornings, windows open all night, foliage, the crunch of leaves under my feet. I enjoy running with less heat and humidity. The kids play outside more. We go outside and look at the stars every night before bed. Everything starts smelling like pumpkins and apples.
After the rather traumatic birth of our daughter, I felt an overwhelming urge to run. I can remember lying in my hospital bed knowing that this was an unusual thought to have and that no matter what it took, it was something I was going to do. My body had other needs, namely healing from a seizure and the resulting
I was 22 years old when I got the call, out of state on vacation. My high school friend and part-time boyfriend (it’s complicated) had committed suicide. Devastated isn’t the word. I was paralyzed. Truth be told, it wasn’t long before I checked into a hospital myself. As teenagers, there was a group of us
With a diagnosis of Autism we wondered what we might do to help “treat” you or lessen the “symptoms.” You showed us with your love of life and your buoyancy through tough moments that you didn’t need changing. We read stories from parents, from adults and teens with Autism, from professionals, and we wondered if
My wife often jokes with me about how childlike I can be. Usually she comments when something stops me in my tracks and I am suddenly spellbound. She thinks my sense of wonder is pretty cute, and I’m almost certain that is a compliment. I confess I choose to take it as one. I also
I promise, this is not an analysis of the movie “Frozen” or its impact on the repeat-cycle of my brain, though I should apologize for the fact that it’ll now likely be running circles in yours for the rest of the day. Nope, today I’m simply here to say: “Let it Go.” I have a
April 2nd is Autism Awareness Day, but I have little to say about Autism. It’s not that I haven’t been thinking about it. I even remembered to order the solar-powered blue lights, though at this point I realize I ordered them a bit late for the “solar” part of the “powered” to kick in for
Alright. I’m just going to be honest here. When I was pregnant, I had it in the bag. IN THE BAG, PEOPLE. Like, get outta my way. I was gonna nail this mothering thing. Not in an in-your-face sorta way. But more of a I’m-up-for-the-challenge-and-I’m-gonna-do-it-right. (OK, maybe there was a little in-your-face going on.) This
I love your dirty laundry, the dishes in your sink, the mud on your floor. I love the lawn that hasn’t been mowed, the ice remaining on your driveway, the hair that is unkempt. I recently received this text and picture from my spouse: We recently started dog-training with our foster-turned-adopted 6-year-old mutt, Challenger (Challie).