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loud mute radio

loud mute radio

{image is the logo for Loud Mute Radio – a blue and green Jack in the Box who is out of the box.} I have twelve minutes to write. I want more time. Because there’s so much I want to tell you. I want to tell you about my friend, Barb’s radio show. I want … Continue reading

credible

credible

It’s Saturday morning. Boston Ballet is holding auditions for the Nutcracker. Hopeful little ballerinas gather, line up, and are shepherded in various directions to go do whatever it is that they do. They are color coded, as it were. The littlest in light pink leotards, the slightly older girls in pale blue. All of them have … 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

rhymes with

rhymes with

{image is a photo of a rhyming puzzle game. The two cards shown depict a cat and a hat and a rock and a sock, respectively.} – Note: I still love both of the names mentioned in this post as well as a number of people with those names. I mean no disrespect to any … Continue reading

different roads to success

different roads to success

{image is a photo of Brooke standing on Luau’s shoulders on the beach in Newport, RI. She looks as though she is flying. Photo courtesy of Connerton Photography’s magic lens. All rights reserved.} – During the talk, Dr Draper asked a ten year-old girl to come to the stage. She asked her her name. The girl … 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

trolling rush

{image is a photo of a really pretty open door. I was going to post a photo of an outstretched hand, but it looked sort of creepy, so go with it.} – I am a bleeding heart liberal. There, I said it. (Don’t worry, this isn’t a political post. You can keep reading, promise.) Now … Continue reading

we leave as family

we leave as family

Note: Image descriptions are at the bottom of the post. Dear Team Brooke,   Six years ago, Luau and I were terrified. We were clinging to the door of the preschool for dear life, unable to imagine that our beautiful, brilliant, complex girl would be able to survive elementary school.    Today she will walk across … Continue reading

Yogibo

Yogibo

Note: Brooke and I were given a Yogimax to review.    Last Thursday evening, I got a message via Twitter from a gentleman at Yogibo. (I’m sure there’s a cool way of saying “message via twitter” that would make me sound less like a Grandma, but I’ve no idea what that might be. Twessage? P-Tweet?) … Continue reading

judgment

judgment

{image is a fist raised in protest, solidarity} Years ago, a colleague of mine told me that I was the least judgmental person she’d ever met. I laughed. Hard. I told her that she really needed to get out more. She said, “No, really. You are.” I secretly took pride in her words. I have … Continue reading