scripted

{image is a Tweet that I tweeted (is there really no better way to say that?) last March. Above a photo of Lt Joe Kenda talking with Carl Marino, who plays him on the Investigation Discovery show, Homicide Hunter, I’d written, “Seeing @LtJoeKenda hangin out w/ @carlmarino1 is like seeing Clark Kent chatting with Superman. … Continue reading

i make my mama happy 

Sooo, where were we, friends? Last I remember, I had promised to share the contents of Brooke’s amazingly decorated birthday boxes with you. And then life happened. And then another birthday party happened. And then I sort of laid down until the thought went away. But fear not, my patient (two or three) friends (who … Continue reading

dear amy and dean

The back story Dear Amy and Dean, I get it. That’s what I’m writing to tell you. That I get it. Well, partly. That’s a good place to start, at least. You see, I too am the mother of an Autistic child. Just a note, I use the term Autistic very purposefully out of respect for her … Continue reading

brooke answers – an allegory

brooke answers – an allegory

A couple of very important notes about what you are about to read … Firstly, Brooke wrote it on her iPad and asked me to read it aloud to her last night. When I asked if she’d be comfortable with me sharing it here, she generously said yes. I have left it unedited. Secondly, and … Continue reading

my dad’s house, part one: abbondanza

my dad’s house, part one: abbondanza

My dad’s house, as it looks now My dad loves to tell the story about how I convinced him to buy our house. I was fourteen. He was forty-five. (Katie is fourteen. I am days away from forty-five. This is not lost on me.) We didn’t have, as he would say, a pot to piss in … Continue reading

her voice

her voice

{image is a photo of Brooke and Rhema, hugging} Saturday … We’re late to the Russell’s, as usual. Brooke’s blood sugar had taken a nose dive and we had to make an emergency detour to find her food on the way. When we finally arrive, there’s a flurry of activity. “I missed you”s and hugs and “Gosh, … Continue reading

thor

thor

Her connection with him was undeniable. Every time we came to the barn, Katie would say hello to Noe’s horse, Jasper, and then go off to find her friend. She’d always make sure that Papa had extra carrots and peppermints for him. (He always did.) She’d stand by his stall and hang out with him, petting his … Continue reading

age appropriate

age appropriate

For Mary, ’cause she asked.  {image is a poster depicting 4 older adults on a beach. Text (sarcastically) reads: My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned sixty and that’s the law.} By the time Katie was in fourth grade, she’d read five of the seven books in the Harry Potter series. … Continue reading

lucky

lucky

Struck it rich … … dirty rich – Joan Armatrading, I’m Lucky {image is a photo of Katie in all her TARDIS-blue glory (more detail in the body of the post)} Wednesday night … Katie and I are driving back home from the mall. It’s getting late, but the midsummer days are still long and … Continue reading