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Godspell – still

Godspell – still

Last night on Diary’s Facebook page:   I have so many things to say about this, but for now, this will have to do .. {image is a photo of Brooke studying her program for Godspell, which, thanks to a heads up from a reader for which I am ridiculously grateful, we are about to … Continue reading

this life we’re living

this life we’re living

  {image is a photo of Brooke at the beach, jumping, her arms open as if to embrace the sea} If I had my way I would be standing still. Listening to the ocean. Watching the waves. But Brooke is no passive observer at the beach. The beach, like life, is meant to be lived, … Continue reading

redrawing the map

redrawing the map

Editor’s note: Many of my autistic friends, especially women, were diagnosed as adults. There are myriad reasons for that, but they belong to another post. Nearly all of them were diagnosed with a patchwork of other conditions throughout childhood and into adulthood, none of which ever felt – or was – right. When the autism … Continue reading

restraint

restraint

- My dad is a hugger. He’s not a polite hugger, nor even a typically straight-male-pat-on-the-back-while-hugging-to-preserve-his-masculinity hugger. He’s a look-out-cause-here-he-comes hugger. He’s a hands on, I-love-you-and-I’m-a-gonna-show-you hugger. He’s an I-haven’t-seen-you-in-far-too-long-so-get-over-here-and-hug-your-papa-kiddo hugger. He is the most physically demonstrative person I’ve ever met. I’m nearly 44 years old and still, I can’t walk by him without him reaching out … Continue reading

help

help

{image is a photo of two imposing doors, chained shut} I say it all the time here: When you need help, ask for it. I say it to parents who are at their wit’s end and I say it to those who are hanging on by the frayed edges at the end of their ropes. As … Continue reading

consent

consent

  {image is a photo of Brooke hiding under a big, floppy hat, taken and shared with her permission, as always} To parent in the digital age is to walk a wholly uncharted path. We can’t turn to our own childhoods to see how our parents chose to navigate the issues we face. We have … Continue reading

that i’d be back

that i’d be back

image is a photo of me at approximately Brooke’s age c 1982 “Do you know why I was crying?” she asks. “When, baby?” I ask. “When were you crying?” “In the den,” she says. Her face is an exaggerated mask of sadness – a sidewalk caricaturist’s parody of a pout. “When, sweetie?” I ask. I’m … Continue reading

inter-action

inter-action

{image is a photo of a teddy bear and Tigger, both in their jammies for the pajama party} – “They’re just standing there,” he said. “I can’t tell if they’re … ya know, interacting or not.” There was a pause as he carefully gathered his words. “I just … I didn’t know if I should be, … Continue reading

the price of independence – sharing it

{image is a photo of the Statue of Liberty} Until we are all free, we are none of us free. – Emma Lazarus (often misattributed to MLK Jr, who later paraphrased Ms Lazarus) – I have so many thoughts about Independence Day that, quite frankly, really have almost nothing to do with the Fourth of … Continue reading