Much of my time feels like it’s not really my own right now- paid or unpaid- so I’m going to keep my words and explanations here as stripped down as possible.. A question could be posed after reading last week’s post: why would being a temporary direct care worker covering our son’s habilitation hours increase
November started with me plucking crayons like petals from a Ziploc bag, handing only one at a time to Tony, who colored an image of marigolds in short bursts while I talked to him about Dia de los Muertos. Coloring marigolds seemed more suited to our son’s current fine motor abilities than sugar skulls, which
Julie, Tony’s First NMT Therapist So many years have passed since we worked together, and though you ended up needing to take a different job elsewhere to meet the needs of your own growing family, our family will never forget what you contributed to Tony’s progress during that first year of music therapy. For your
I’m not going to say who left the cup of water by my laptop, or who knocked it over. Neither actions were done by me, but I don’t consider either of those actions to represent the biggest misfire in this chain of events. I will admit to swearing when I saw what happened, and for
Perhaps some of you may not have thought about it, but some of you may have given your imaginations brief rein to fill in the largely unwritten subtext of last week’s post. What does it feel like to stay awake entirely for one night and for parts of multiple nights after that holding and gently
“…last night while I was trimming Tony’s fingernails, he jerked and I cut his finger…took off the tip of it, actually. We were unable to control the bleeding at home because he was fighting so bad against it, it was just me and Hannah because Andy was at work, and ended up having to call
This was another week where I wanted to rip up the rails of a planned course and ride a different topic across the drought stricken plains into an ashen, hazy sunset. After all, those of us who may be vulnerable to more serious illness in this pandemic and aren’t in the incredibly privileged position of
Bits of Gratitude When Bob passed away this past summer, I scrapped some planned posts to take a couple of weeks off, and one of those writings was going to be focused on finding gratitude for the little things even when hard things are happening. I am going to condense some of those moments here
This summer has been serving up extra helpings of heat that just seem to keep coming. My patience has long past its fill of this weather, but these extra toasty temps just keep stretching up and on far higher than I want every time I look at the forecast. I have for many months felt
We are working on so many therapy targets right now I honestly struggled a bit to decide which one to lead in with this week. I decided that what made the most inherent sense to discuss is the work we are doing towards helping Tony gain increased tolerance for wearing a mask, as our ability
