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trust

trust

Last night, as my dad drove us home from the amusement park, he said, “Brooke, we’re about three minutes away from home now.” In another minute, he said, “Brooke, about two minutes left, okay?” As we got close, he said, “We’re going to go around the river, up the hill, and then around one bend. … Continue reading

extinction burst

extinction burst

{Image is a photo that I inadvertently took with my phone. The world looks very different when viewed through an alternate lens.} Ed note: Last night, I shared a quote on Diary’s Facebook page about the importance of “indulging” Brooke’s scripts. Tomorrow, I will have the honor of sharing an autistic perspective on ABA therapy … Continue reading

ten minutes in

Editor’s note: My daughter didn’t write this. I did. It’s a guess. A guess as to what it feels like to be inside her head. A guess based on years upon years of watching her, listening to her and collecting and piecing together every clue she has offered, in whatever way she offered them. You … Continue reading

not wrong

Gratuitous picture of my girl that has nothing to do with the post you’re about to read – Brooke and I are cuddled in her bed. It’s getting late and at least one of us is nodding off. It’s time for me to go. “OK, baby,” I ask, “who’s picking the number?” “You would do … Continue reading

polly-mitcha-cameo

** My dashboard is littered with half-finished posts. They make up a varied lot – some are celebratory, some are brooding, some are calls to action. The common thread is that they all feel BIG. Even the celebratory ones feel HEAVY today. The things they celebrate – the watershed moments of obvious progress or the … Continue reading