To the sweetheart from my allergist’s office, Anonymous online but not in my heart I beg that you would never think for even a second that the brevity of this note signifies anything to cheapen how much a single moment could mean. For saying to me that I deserved to be a patient at that
The cashier at Bashas’ looked at me as she pulled Tony’s bag of suckers across the scanner and said, “I haven’t seen you guys in a while.” Her eyes crinkled around the corners, so I could see that she was smiling even though her mask covered much of her face. A whole year I thought,
My original plan for this week had been a brief toe dive into our recent public therapy outings. After reading Denise’s comment on Hannah’s post last week, and after reflecting on a comment I myself made to someone else someplace else on-line this past week, I decided to keep everyone’s toes waiting at the edge
Written by Hannah I forget where I heard about it… Somewhere, a few months ago, I heard that the Australian pop star Sia was screenwriting and directing a film called “Music”. The film was supposedly about an autistic teenage girl who had to be taken care of by her sister after her grandmother passed from
To Hannah My sweet daughter, my love has been, is, and always will be yours without any need to do anything, much less something that would necessitate a gratitude note. But I know I owe you a note all the same. For holding my hand in the middle of the night on the way to
A few weeks ago, I resumed active participation once a day in community safety walks for Tony with both Casandra and Emily. We had told Tony that I couldn’t run yet, and he was trying his absolute best to control his urges to sprint ahead. During our first walk back with Emily, she asked me
Two weeks after I stopped shopping at Amazon, I made the mistake of putting up one of my e-mail addresses on our family’s profile…and then promptly took it down a week later because all I was getting were vendor requests and one person who admitted after several back and forth exchanges to being a curiosity
A couple of months ago I was talking to Amara, who is the fabulous OT therapist that works with our son about how it isn’t always easy to get in to a doctor when I need a check-up, treatment or care. She told me that when it comes to my health, “you need to be
To My Sweet Sister-in-Law, Randi I don’t even know what to say about the past month, except that never had I expected most of it to happen the way that it did. Randi, I know your proverbial plate passed the point of overflowing long ago. And yet, without hesitation and with nothing but cheerful kindness
Sometimes life can wrap itself around me and suck upon any eloquence I had until only crusty cracks of effort remain. The past two weeks have certainly left me feeling artistically desiccated and a bit more to the point. So let’s get more briefly to it… This was me, the morning I wrote my last
