being heard

  {image is a photo of Lydia and Brooke. Lydia has one hand on Brooke’s shoulder. Her other hand is holding a fork above a plate of food, which Brooke is apparently eyeing. Coincidentally (or not?), Lydia’s t-shirt reads, “Got a Story?”} I am a proud autistic of color working with the Autism Women’s Network to … Continue reading

we heal

we heal

I woke up late this morning. Even before I’d opened my eyes, I felt it in the air – heavy, slow, dense. Even as my girl crawled into bed with me and launched into the middle of a script – always start in the middle and it will be the beginning – I moved as … Continue reading

what neurodiversity isn’t

  {image is a photo of Brooke from last week, midair in a jump above the beach. Behind her, the surf is powerfully white, the sky is impossibly blue, and every fiber of her being is calling back her joy to the universe. I love this girl with everything I am and, thanks to her, … Continue reading

sea-worthy

sea-worthy

First, there was dropping Katie off at her school. Which you won’t see a picture of, because let’s be honest, if I’d snapped the photo that I was Oh my God SO tempted to snap of my newly minted eighth grader (I know, what the …?) walking confidently into school, her long hair swaying with … Continue reading

team brooke – the middle school version

team brooke – the middle school version

{image is a photo of Brooke and a dog that she met on Nantucket last week} Middle school starts tomorrow. I’m trying to pretend I’m not freaking out. I’m totally freaking out. In order to keep up some pretense of the former, I sent Brooke’s new team the following, as I do every year. It … Continue reading

just like mr. noodle

{Image is a photo of Brooke at the beach yesterday. She is searching the sand for what she calls crystals – slightly hardened chips of sand that break in her fingers.} The following conversation happened last night after dinner while Brooke and I were cocooning in bed. She was watching Elmo’s World on her iPad … Continue reading

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