Posted in August 2013

a (birth)day in pictures

As I walked in the door, I heard, “Shhhhhh! She’s coming!” I tried to stifle a giggle. Brooke is obsessed with surprise parties even when it’s not anyone’s actual birthday — she asks us to “surprise” her at least once a week — so it wasn’t exactly shocking that she’d gotten Luau and Katie to … Continue reading

i follow her

ed note: the following is unedited. as my mom used to say, you just can’t red-pencil a love letter.  day by day oh dear lord three things I pray to see thee more clearly love thee more dearly follow thee more nearly day by day – godspell brooke and i walk up the stretch of … Continue reading

loving ourselves

I put the following up on Diary’s Facebook page this weekend but I’m posting it here too. Because not enough can possibly be made of the second to last line and it needs to be said again. And again. I’ve taken the liberty of bolding it. I’d shout it from the rooftops if I could. … Continue reading

in the open

It’s a metaphor * I need to come back to this. I don’t want to, but I feel like I have to. For two reasons. One is that I fear I may have left you with the wrong message – that I don’t think that we should be discussing issues surrounding autism and sexuality publicly, which is not the case. … Continue reading

what i don’t do

  Yesterday morning, a conversation with a friend: HER : I loved your post about “just being”! ME: aw, thanks .. even though i failed miserably at it? LOL HER: I often wonder when I read your eloquent posts how on earth you find the time being a working mom and I came up with … Continue reading

birdsong

* I snuck out of the house this morning while my family slept. Laid a towel over the old chaise on the patio – the one with the torn cushion that we can no longer afford to replace. Voila – the threads barely holding it together are no longer visible. See no evil. The birds … Continue reading

exposed

I had dinner with an old friend last night. It was getting late so I called home to say goodnight to the girls. Katie picked up and we chatted about this and that, promised to carve out some time together over the weekend, then said goodnight. I asked if she thought Brooke might be up for … Continue reading

role models

Visiting with Kate * “Don’t worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.” – Robert Fulghum Later, I would talk with my friend Jess from Diary of a Mom, about my meeting with Ibby, trying in rapid fire succession to remember, process, and spit out every bit of new … Continue reading