There is so much uncertainty in life. A great many people before me have said it, perhaps many more after me. The quiet successes and happy moments in the now have to be the joy we live for, because the rest is just a maybe, a hopefully…a maybe, hopefully some day. But today, this day,
To help our son with his combination of sensory differences, functional deficits, and disability-related needs acclimate to an environment such as a public school is more complicated than just showing up and gradually increasing his time when he shows he’s ready for that. There are so many moving pieces to think about. How complicated is
My friends, family, and loved ones: I have so many things I need to do still tonight and for the remainder of the week. My eloquence is toast, my desire to create artistically pleasing phrases to describe our circumstances is worn to silence by hand-wringing over the to-do list. So briefly: I am grateful for
But, it’s probably not what you think. Trying to explain the Fall of 2013 would be a book all by itself. I cannot begin to convey with a single post much less anything approaching brevity the sensory battlefield we were already entrenched on. Let’s just say, things were difficult by the time I was getting
