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my mom’s a crier, part two

my mom’s a crier, part two

{image is a screenshot of Brooke’s video. She is smiling.} On Christmas Eve, 2011, Katie and I were doing some last-minute shopping. She, of course, was wearing a Santa hat, as you do. Hungry from all of our elving work, we stopped at a nearby greasy spoon for a sandwich. While waiting for our food, … Continue reading

hot potato

{image is a photo of Brooke, standing on her tiptoes, trying to look over our back fence} Last weekend, a comment showed up on Diary’s “About” page: I have been hoping that one day someone with some following would write about the things that tend to divide the autism community. Honestly I think you’re the one. … Continue reading

awesome with a side of extra awesome

{image is a photo of Conner heading off to New York last year. He’s showing off his snazzy suitcase, on which his cousin Kevin painted a brightly colored autism ribbon as a surprise. Looking at Conner’s face, it’s pretty clear that it was a very good surprise.} – Yesterday, I got a message from my … Continue reading

a day at the theater

* If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story. ~ Orson Welles In case you missed it yesterday, Brooke asked me to take her to a movie. Yes that’s bog news. Epic, in fact. On Diary’s Facebook page it went like this … – Um, you guys? … Continue reading

m, the pathology of difference, and a frog

{image is a photo of a frog, beneath which is the following text: Scientists tested a frog. They cut off its legs and shouted, “Jump!” The frog didn’t jump. The scientists concluded that when frogs lose their legs, they become deaf.}   My friend, M wrote this wonderful post the other day about, ya know, … Continue reading

overloading the warehouse

overloading the warehouse

{image is a totally gratuitous picture of Katie, Chloe and Brooke, taken during Chloe’s visit last year.} * The other day, my friend, Chloe, asked for some help proofreading her slides for an upcoming autism conference. Some of you may remember Chloe (who I called Cammy at the time for the sake of anonymity) from THIS … Continue reading

autism street revisited

autism street revisited

{image is a pastel drawing of row houses, similar, yet different from one another} In 2011, I wrote the following: I typed something I thought might be poetic. And then I deleted it all – one letter at a time. It was a story about a house on Autism Street – I thought a pretty … Continue reading

well-served

well-served

{image is a photo of a tween girl sitting on the lap of an older girl, holding a tennis racquet} I read once that long before her name was a brand, Donna Karan couldn’t find a pair of slacks that she needed. She’d looked everywhere, and certainly there were plenty of pants to be found, … Continue reading