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I was talking to our son’s geneticist today (who is sadly, accepting a new job elsewhere this summer- sob!!!), and we were discussing how hard changes can be for Tony. She commented that the kinds of changes we have all been experiencing in our communities can be hard for anybody. When a kiddo has as
My, how the world has changed. So, let’s just start with me admitting I am not one of those individuals that enjoys cleaning. Nope. Not even a little bit. Next, let’s just add that because of my own allergy and asthma related symptoms (combined with Tony’s desire to lick many surfaces best left unmouthed), I
This is one of those weeks where many unexpected things have dropped roots and sprouted up all across my schedule, and the rest of my unspoken for time has been dedicated to infection control aimed at providing the safest environment possible for those who work and live in our home. So this week, I am
To Jessi As you head off to start your doctoral program so very far away, my feelings will waft after you and linger long here and in my heart. Like everyone who has worked so many months with my son, I can never repay your patience with him. I am so very grateful for how
I know this is a stressful and painful time for many families right now, and my heart and prayers are with those who are suffering. As I write during this time period, I want to handle our own current events with a more impressionist hand, and hopefully leave a picture that casts more light in
After I ended last week’s post by talking a tiny bit about some of my personal health history, I figured if I didn’t put up something quick each week some of you might worry I was sick or dead. While neither of those conditions currently apply, I am going to keep this shorter and perhaps
During my early elementary school years, we moved around quite a bit. A year here, six months there, two or three years in the same place if we were very lucky. During one of these longer stretches, I had a couple of girls that I had become pretty close friends with. Jody, with her jet
To B.L., Mr. T.J., and Ms. S.J. Heaven knows this has been a long and stressful week, and all my artsy prose has failed me. I am left with whispy words of gratitude, but I give them to each of you none-the-less. THANK YOU, a thousand times over, each and every one of you for
Well, Hannah and I have just finished watching another episode of Father Brown. We both like mysteries, though I am pretty certain after the first three episodes that Lady Felicia must have PTSD hiding behind her upper-crust gentility with as many murders as she happens upon. And, no, that is not all I’ve been doing
This is a post where I feel almost as if a leaf-blower is swooshing through the folds of my brain, whisking away words like decaying leaves and leaving me uncertain how to best proceed. Originally, I planned for a different topic. However, I do think local events of the past week need to be addressed.
