Tagged with scripting

scripted

{image is a Tweet that I tweeted (is there really no better way to say that?) last March. Above a photo of Lt Joe Kenda talking with Carl Marino, who plays him on the Investigation Discovery show, Homicide Hunter, I’d written, “Seeing @LtJoeKenda hangin out w/ @carlmarino1 is like seeing Clark Kent chatting with Superman. … Continue reading

rosita runs away

rosita runs away

Brooke is putting on a play with her friends this Sunday. A play that she wrote. Brooke, the child who entered school with no imaginary play. The child who we were told could not – might not ever – understand the concept of symbolic play. The one for whom language was and remains a struggle, but for … 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

she gets it

she gets it

{Image is a photo of Winnie the Pooh swilling Vodka from the bottle} The following is part of a much bigger thought, but the context is currently too overwhelming for me to wrangle into words so I’m just going to start here, in the middle, and we’ll come up with a beginning later. Cool? Cool. … Continue reading

like it? i love it!

like it? i love it!

Friends, What you are about to read is entirely unedited. I honestly have no idea if it’s even English. My girl had a rough night last night and, given what happened here in Boston yesterday, there wasn’t a chance that I was going to kick her out of my bed. She’s still here next to … Continue reading

daddy love – it’s in the script

Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad. – Unknown Last night, we took Luau out for his birthday. Since I’d been chronicling the day in pictures from the start, I had my phone close at hand. I figured I’d get a snap of the ludicrous 22-ounce steak … Continue reading

shuddup and trouble

– Please note: I’m VERY short on time this morning, so the following is unedited and lacking links that I’d normally take the time to put in. Good luck.  Saturday morning Yesterday afternoon * The hard part of yesterday has nothing to do with the theme of this post, nor what I really came here … Continue reading

crying kitty and mama cat

Fifteen minutes have passed since I wrote that post. I am on the couch, swearing under my breath at Candy Crush. Brooke is doing some seriously fancy vocal gymnastics while bouncing on her peanut. Her guilt-gift from the Tooth Fairy, Dora’s Return to the Mermaid Kingdom, or something with some equally pithy title, plays on the … 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