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part two

  {image is a photo of Brooke and our dog, Winston in 2010. I chose it because it came from this post.} Part two. Because there’s a part two. Earlier today, I wrote about the fact that until Brooke was able to put language to her anxiety, I didn’t really understand it. Until she said … Continue reading

zero to sixty

zero to sixty

So you know when your dog randomly starts puking* in the middle of your den and your husband thinks it would be a good idea to pick him up and get him outside, which turns out to be effective only in ensuring that dog puke gets absolutely everywhere, including on the table (and your phone … Continue reading

what we have in common

what we have in common

{image is a photo of Brooke and me last March. I am lying face-down on my bedroom floor and she is lying on top of me as she does her homework. When Luau snapped the picture, we happened to be doing the exact same thing with our hands, essentially putting us in precisely the same … Continue reading

phone home – redux

phone home – redux

The night before last, I posted the picture above of Katie, happily reunited with her cell phone after a three-week, er, sabbatical. The text read: Someone has been without her phone for three weeks. Which, when you’re thirteen is like, ya know, forever. To celebrate getting it back, she asked to go out. To, um, stare … Continue reading

#istandwithconner

#istandwithconner

{Image is a photo of Katie, Conner, and Brooke together at Disney World in May. Conner is wearing his Mickey Ears.} By now, most of you know my friend, Conner. Conner is the kind of friend that we all pray to have someday. And the kind of person that we all hope to be. He is … Continue reading

part of the whole

part of the whole

{Image is a beautiful, chaotic splatter painting containing many bright, vibrant colors – yellow, pink, orange, aqua, blue … and black.} Firstly, thank you all so much for your birthday wishes yesterday and for sharing in the joy of my surprise celebration. It was a little crowded with all of you in my kitchen, but … Continue reading

her S

her S

{Image is a photo of Brooke in our friend’s pool on Monday afternoon, just moments before the following conversation took place.}  “When I was a baby, did you make me austistic?” “No, sweetheart, God did that.” “Why did God make me austistic?” “I don’t know, love. He just did. I guess He knew that autism … Continue reading

success

Bits and pieces of disorganized thought swirl through the air. If I’m not careful, they land on my skin, burning, then numbing, then burrowing like shrapnel, just deep enough to pretend that ignoring their existence can work, just deep enough that it can’t. – Middle school. My baby girl is off to middle school in … Continue reading

paper clouds

paper clouds

It started what must be almost a year ago now. Nearly every time that I posted one of Brooke’s drawings on Facebook (which was, well, a lot cause the kid draws like it’s her job), someone would say, ‘Oh, you HAVE to get her work on Paper Clouds. And I would nod and smile through … Continue reading