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I could hear the sound of children talking excitedly and calling to one another before we even crossed the doors. Inside, the noise was everything you would expect from an elementary school assembly devoted to building school spirit and honoring the achievements of certain students. A few teachers were leading some of the kids in
Some days when Tony and I are tackling our list of stores, he’s having a hard enough time getting through the environment that I end up feeling like a thoroughly punctured tire by the time we are done. And other days, he’s doing absolutely amazing and things are going so well I feel like there’s
To Gena, a Debt of Some Sanity… I do not think it is fair to place the responsibility for a person’s sanity on the doorstep of another, so I try to be fully accountable for myself that way, and yet, my friendship with Gena has had a huge role in preventing a plunge into the
A picture hints at a story like a cuttlefish…a moment of time is captured, and it looks a certain way. If the shutter closed one second quicker or is slightly delayed, perhaps a very different story would be implied. We all know pictures can give life to a lie…they can be redrawn so that nothing
This week we’re journeying a bit into Tony’s current therapy territory so that each of you can see some of what we spend so much time doing. There are going to be lots of photos with brief explanations about what we are doing in them to provide all of the support we possibly can for
Initially, I had planned a different topic for this week, but my emotions have led me here instead. I tend to be that way…when I commit to something (like writing this blog), I will plot and plan and map it out a ways into the future, but sometimes I find something that calls to my
When I was 13, our first significant creative writing project of the year was to write an alternate ending to “Animal Farm.” Super fun! Until I got pulled aside one day. My English teacher, Mrs. Creviston, firmly believed I had not written what I turned in, and in fact suspected the author to be my
The Fabulous Miss Whitney I thought this would be easier to write than it is, but all I want to do is cry. Whitney, I love you and I will never be able to repay the role you have had in my life and in our family. For those of you who don’t know Whitney,
Diagnosis labels shouldn’t matter to people we don’t know…but they do. I wish I was able to walk into a store without having to explain so much as one of my son’s conditions…but I can’t. If you’re a parent of young children, you know…no matter how much you treasure your kiddos, store shopping with them
Happy Saturday and welcome to what will be my usual posting day 🙂 I would like to quickly say it was great to hear from everyone that e-mailed and texted me after my launch this past Monday. And thank you for making time once again in your busy worlds to read my words! This week,
