She was very sorry, she told me…she had lost her temper and yelled at him. A special ed veteran of many years in a generally well-funded district (and a wonderful teacher many had assured me), his developmental preschool teacher herself wasn’t supplied in my opinion with sufficient aids to meet the level of needs present
To Emmy I wasn’t surprised when you told me you were taking a job with a different company. We’ve long been aware the reimbursement rates AZ DDD (Division of Developmental Disabilities) gives music therapy clinics isn’t sufficient to pay therapy providers an adequate living wage. New grads come, get experience, and leave for companies who
*Please note this is an extra post for the week, the main post which went up yesterday about Hannah will follow below this one A few weeks ago, I was sitting with my sister in a VUU sermon being given by their then interim minister, Rev. Wooden, and he clearly and concisely articulated a sentiment
The on-call OBGYN ran up to my hospital room door, throwing it open, with his lab coat flapping around him and swirling to a halt as he immediately stilled his forward motion and tried to sound more casual as he said, “We need to take you to the OR right now, the baby has gone
I’ve had to fit a few extra things into my schedule this week, and I came home today from an appointment with my dermatologist and I just needed to lay down for a few minutes. Since the last item they cut off a few months ago was from dysplasia-land with atypia, the dermatologist did another
Let’s take a look again at one of the pictures I posted last week. How many of you noticed that the hand on my hip was turning red in the fingers and knuckles? Just a road sign to anyone who knows to look for it that I’m on a post a-POTS-calyptic road. When I am
To Jenny From the first day you met with us on Zoom you have been a constant source of support and positivity. You heard my challenges, you listened to my feedback, and you stepped in and offered to help with things you didn’t have to, like social stories. You were understanding when Tony was struggling
For all of us, whether your circumstances are like mine or quite different, there are times where we find we can’t internally celebrate- even if there’s a special occasion or two floating by. I spent my birthday doing a full day of therapy, multi-tasking as many things as possible. For example, unless Jenny or Tony
The stress in my life lately has been palpable and ravenous, requiring the delivery of an increasing diet of effort, guzzling sleep while leaving behind far too many regurgitated memories of middle of the night hours. Last night was the first night in several days I slept more than 6 hours. Tony was awake a
Tony has always, always hated speech therapy. For many years this was his least favorite therapy type, as every speech therapist who has ever worked with him can attest. Our little man understands a great deal more than most people realize (in both English and Spanish), but he still usually doesn’t want to communicate unless
