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
An alternate title to this might be “welcome to the sometimes very scary world of special needs dentistry.” When you have a kiddo who needs sedation or anesthesia, even outside of a pandemic, you can wait months to get a cavity repaired. Even when a bigger chunk of the tooth is gone (as we encountered
To the ASPCA Animal Poison Control staff and toxicologist, the Blue Pearl Emergency Animal Hospital, and Dr. M with the Fabulous staff at our Vet’s office: Thank you. Hannah’s precious Bandit, mischievous and usually very loving, doesn’t thank you. He’s not fond of vets, hospitalizations, medicines, tests, or anything like them- so he’s still very
Some of you might, but if the statistics are accurate, more than 70% of you didn’t. And, I didn’t either. So let’s take a closer look again: And here’s what I found out after watching sweet, innocent Bandit rub his nose into the stamens of the lilies in the bouquet Andy brought me and deciding
When I was a little girl, I used to eagerly look forward to Christmas. Holidays where gifts were given were one of the few times I got toys or anything new that felt special or exciting. And even then, because my parents were pretty darn poor, my grandparents and great aunts and uncles often still
Miss Dee (Tony’s first occupational therapist) and I had been talking several years ago during one of his initial appointments, both about things that I had observed and things that she observed with our son. She looked at me and said something to the effect of, “So he really struggles with transitions.” I agreed but
