Posted in March 2010

you owe me restistupid

** Yesterday afternoon, I got an e-mail from Brooke’s aide. Yes, I sometimes get notes in the middle of the school day. Yes, we have the best support staff EVER. Yes, I do completely understand and appreciate that fact. Moving on .. She wanted to let me know that she’d had a conversation with Brooke … Continue reading

autism speaks – and listens

** Some time ago, I was seated next to Mark Roithmayr, the president of Autism Speaks at an event at which I’d been asked to speak. It was only the second time I’d ever met him, but he greeted me as though we’d known each other for years. As the evening’s emcee made his way … Continue reading

not small at all part 2

* The waiting is the hardest part. ~ Tom Petty * It’s later the same night – now nearly bed-time. The girls are freshly scrubbed and in their jammies. We head down to the kitchen together so that I can prepare the treats that I’ve promised before bed. Katie has requested sliced celery and carrots. … Continue reading

not small at all – part one

* Our lives are made In these small hours These little wonders, These twists and turns of fate Time falls away, But these small hours, These small hours still remain ~ Rob Thomas, Little Wonders * A mother and daughter sit in their den, relaxing after a satisfying but exhausting day. The late afternoon sun shines … Continue reading

nine years ago tomorrow

Katie, 2001 Nine years ago tomorrow I became a mother … and I’ve never been the same. The doctor had made the decision. Although they’d managed to turn the baby, she simply wasn’t coming out on her own. They’d tried it all, up to and including him standing over the gurney and pushing down on … Continue reading


* The plan had been to try to make it to the beach for sunset. On Captiva’s main drag, there are just three restaurants. Two of them boast outdoor patios with live music while the third – the Mucky Duck – sits right atop the white sand of the beach at the end of the … Continue reading

5 days

A vacation is like love – anticipated with pleasure, experienced with discomfort, and remembered with nostalgia.  ~Author Unknown * Though we flew home just over a week ago, our trip already feels like a lifetime away. I can barely remember taking these photos. But if I look long enough, it comes to me. The glory … Continue reading