Posted in January 2010

buying the pony

* You know that little kid who walks through a store and says, “Oooh! Oooh! Mama, can we buy this? Oooh! Oooh! Mama, can I have this? Oooh! Oooh! Mama, I neeeeeeeed this!”? That kid was never mine. Well, maybe ONE of those kids was mine, but not the other. While I was never quite … Continue reading


* We had a meeting at the house last night. A group of parents gathered in our den to talk about our children – to compare notes on their progress in school, to discuss services and strategies and to support one another in our efforts to advocate for our kids. There was solidarity. There were … Continue reading

dance class – part one of a whole bunch

* Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul’s weather to all who can read it. ~ Martha Graham * I’ve had a lot of false starts lately. My intentions have been good, but my time, energy and attention span have been flagging. Thus my draft box is full with … Continue reading


* My girl was teased yesterday. That beautiful, loving little girl in the picture. Teased is the wrong word really. She was manipulated by others for their amusement. A little girl who she thinks is a friend preyed upon her. It could have been worse. Much worse. It wasn’t. Though it never should have been … Continue reading

i'm tyler

  Hey there, gorgeous. It’s good to see you. Come on in. Get comfortable. This will take a few minutes. Eleven actually. Eleven minutes. So relax, won’t you? Go grab your coffee. On second though, don’t bother. You won’t need it. I’d like to ask you to watch a video. All eleven minutes of it. The video … Continue reading

ramps, research and facebook status

* MY wish for 2010 is that people will understand that children with disabilities do not have a disease; children with disabilities are not looking for a cure, but ACCEPTANCE……..93% of people won’t copy and paste this, WILL YOU be one of the 7% that does and make this your status for at least an … Continue reading

mama’s here

. . sometimes it’s the smallest things that jar my system that bring me right back to a different place and time that fill my eyes with recycled emotion . i run my fingers along the cover of the tattered book i open it slowly, carefully remembering BEAR ON A BIKE / AS HAPPY AS … Continue reading


* “Mama, Mama! Look what we got in school today!” Katie was running toward me, cradling her prize. She held it out to me with both hands, breathlessly offering me a look at this object of wonder. Obviously, this was BIG. “It’s a dictionary made just for students,” she said, eyes wide and expectant. “It’s … Continue reading

an angel in the loo

* When God wants to speak and deal with us, He does not avail himself of an angel but of parents, or the pastor, or of our neighbor. ~ Martin Luther I could write seventeen more posts about the trip to my dad’s – about Brooke and the dogs. About sadness and about feeling overwhelmed. … Continue reading