Tagged with parenting

play date

play date

{image is the cover of the book, Rosita Runs Away, written and illustrated by Brooke.} – “When’s my play gonna be?” she asked for the hundredth time that day. I didn’t want to admit it, wouldn’t have admitted it, but I was putting off writing the email. I’d tried to convince her to reconsider her … Continue reading

welcome to the club – evolved

In May of 2009, I wrote a post that would, in many ways, come to define Diary. It has been shared around the world, reprinted in more languages than I can count, appears in two anthologies, and, in a slightly edited version, will soon debut in the inaugural issue of Zoom Magazine. When I looked at … Continue reading

what you can’t tell me

Image is a photo of Brooke at age five. She is at the top of a climbing wall during a class for autistic kiddos that I helped to create at a local play gym. One of the first of so many CAN’Ts, WON’Ts and WILL NEVERs that became DIDs.    You can tell me that … Continue reading

because i get to be here with you

because i get to be here with you

{image is a photo of Katie on a swing} It is Sunday night. Katie and I have just come from dinner and she’s convinced me to head to the park instead of home. “We’ll be little kids!” she says gleefully as we pull up to the playground. “C’mon, Mama, will you push me on the … Continue reading

wave on wave

wave on wave

Me and Pat A few years ago, I had the chance to meet the man who sings the soundtrack to much of my life. That’s him up there. His name is Pat Green. And yes, he’s a lot taller than me. Most people are. When I met him, I tried to tell him how much his … Continue reading

or water

Katie (5) and Brooke (3), 2007 * It is 2007. Luau and I are sitting at the kitchen table, interviewing a home service provider. Or perhaps she’s interviewing us. I don’t know which end is up. I just know that we need help. Brooke is three years old. She lives in a state of frustration. All we … Continue reading

what you’re missing

Ed note: I submitted the following to Huff Po a while back. I was told that it was being held for use as a feature, but I have no idea when it might be published. Since I suck at waiting, I’m posting it here in the meantime. When / if it turns up there, I’ll … Continue reading

this place

this place

* Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.  ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin ** Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. ~Ambrose Redmoon *** From Happy Squeal, October, 2012 … June, 2006 Brooke is three. … Continue reading

to my sister, with love

~ Ed note: My name is Jess. My sister’s name is also Jess. I know. Just go with it.  Ed other note: We call each other Darryl. Because “This is my brother Darryl. This is my other brother Darryl.” If you’re not old enough to get the reference, look it up. Ed last note because … Continue reading

cheairs

~ My friends – (Is it ok if I call you my friends? Because really, I have come to think of you as my friends) – I can’t begin to tell you what your words meant to me yesterday. Your support, your generosity, your reflection of my deepest, darkest moments back to me in the … Continue reading