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through his eyes

through his eyes

The back story For years, I’ve wondered how my girls would view Diary as they got older and, as they recently have began to (at least periodically) read it. I wondered if it would feel, as some warned me when I started writing, like a betrayal of their trust or if it might, as I hoped, … Continue reading

a moment in time

a moment in time

{image is a photo of my dad at a lectern, circa 1998} Among the myriad joys of spending more time with my dad in recent days is that he’s been unearthing treasures from the past and sharing them with me, Luau and the girls. This weekend, he showed the girls photos of the “boys” (his two … Continue reading

do you believe in your children?

do you believe in your children?

Ever read something, like it, move on, then read it again months later and be absolutely gobsmacked by it? Ever, upon the second reading, realize that it will take a third and then a fourth, and heck, maybe a fifth because you are so compelled by its message that you have to be absolutely, positively sure that … Continue reading

my house

my house

{image is a screenshot of a comment on yesterday’s Facebook post, reading, “YOUR AN ABOMINATION MAY GOD HAVE MERCY On THIS COUNTRY,” along with my response: “*you’re.”} In case you missed it, it’s been a busy few days over on the Diary Facebook page. It started with a celebration of the marriage of these two … Continue reading

wherever you are

wherever you are

Yesterday, I wrote a post detailing a conversation that I’d had with an autistic man regarding the Autism Acceptance magnet on the back of my car. If you haven’t yet read it, I’d be grateful if you’d take a moment to do so before continuing so that what follows will be in context. Read the … Continue reading

not enough

not enough

{image is a photo of the Autism Acceptance magnet on the back of my car. I got it here.} Please note: What follows is my best attempt to recall a fair amount of dialogue. While I’m pretty confident in my memory thereof, it’s certainly fallible.  On the way back to work from Katie’s graduation yesterday, I stopped … Continue reading

unsaid

unsaid

{image is the cover of Brooke’s book, Marya the Brave, covered in pink paper and decorated with flowers and butterflies because, well, yeah.} Yesterday morning, I began writing a post here. I’d written 500 words or so (about the length of this whole post) when I inexplicably hit an as yet unidentified button on my keyboard … Continue reading

treasure

treasure

{Warning: This post is full of both hyperbole and sarcasm. Proceed with caution} – The other day, an editor from The Mighty reached out to ask if they could publish a post I’d recently written called Listening. The post is an important one to me and I was happy to share it. The editor asked for … Continue reading