i didn’t want it at all

i didn’t want it at all

{image is a photo of Bergdorf’s in Manhattan} Did I ever tell you about the time that I got locked into Bergdorf Goodman after hours? I was in my mid-twenties and had gone to Susan Ciminelli, a spa which was, at the time, located on Bergdorf’s top floor. I don’t remember what I’d gone there … Continue reading

what being your mama means

what being your mama means

{image is a photo of me kissing Katie on the cheek, Nantucket, 2012} Oh, baby girl. You have no idea how much I needed that. You couldn’t have. Could you? The hug when I walked in the door that you didn’t let me break. “Not yet,” you said, “I need more.” The, “Hurry and come … Continue reading

neurology as identity, not accessory

neurology as identity, not accessory

{image is a photo of a man reaching for his suitcase. Text reads, “If I’m on a flight and the airline loses my luggage, I don’t arrive without my autism. – Ari Ne’eman”} – As most of you know, I have chosen, unless and until Brooke directs me otherwise, to follow the Autistic community’s lead … Continue reading

because i need him here

because i need him here

{image is a photo of a rowboat in the water} I know I’ve been talking a lot about my dad lately. I’d say there’s an end in sight, but I’d be lying. You see, grief is hard. And watching someone you love walk through the hell of losing their beloved life partner, well, it does something … Continue reading

dashers go bridal

dashers go bridal

Back in January, I posted the story of Brooke’s dashers. It went something like this … A while ago, I posted a photo on Diary’s Facebook page of Brooke shredding ribbons in the car. Like this: {image is a photo of Brooke, shredding a rainbow striped grosgrain ribbon} And you asked what we do with the … Continue reading

a love letter

a love letter

{image is a graphic reading, “Hey, you. You’re awesome. Yes, you.”} Yesterday, I posted a plea on Facebook. A friend of a friend’s son (we’re all family around here, so that’s close enough), needed help. Apparently, members of her family have been giving her Autistic son a really hard time. They ask him questions like, … Continue reading

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