Originally, I had planned this particular post to come after “Maybe She’s Going Through It.” Then everyone was sick, and I just wasn’t feeling the writing vibe. And then I got carried away in watching my son doing so well with some of his goals the first week we were back at school, and I
Andy and I watched Encanto for the first time this past Sunday, broken into sessions wrapped around the chunk of hours I needed to work with a new habilitation provider. As I listened to Luisa sing “Surface Pressure,” I felt how aptly and concisely it seemed to capture the way I feel so much of
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
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
During my early elementary school years, we moved around quite a bit. A year here, six months there, two or three years in the same place if we were very lucky. During one of these longer stretches, I had a couple of girls that I had become pretty close friends with. Jody, with her jet
This is a post where I feel almost as if a leaf-blower is swooshing through the folds of my brain, whisking away words like decaying leaves and leaving me uncertain how to best proceed. Originally, I planned for a different topic. However, I do think local events of the past week need to be addressed.
