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

selfish diplomacy

selfish diplomacy

Note: I ran out of time and the following is unedited. Good luck.  {image is one of Brooke’s favorite scenes from Godspell, in which Jesus has divided the cast into sheep and goats. These are the goats.} Someone recently asked me if I’d be willing to chat about diplomacy. Apparently, she thinks I’m diplomatic. It’s … Continue reading

capturing magic

capturing magic

My kingdom for time. Time to read, time to clean, time to snuggle my baby girls (who are no longer babies, but will always be mine.) Time to write. Oh, to have time to write. Alas, it’s not to be. But this. I have to share this. So let’s get on with it, shall we? … Continue reading

her name

her name

{Image is a photo of Katie on ‘Sconset Beach, looking out over the water.} The other night, Katie came into my room clutching a single, lined sheet of paper. “Mama,” she said, the excitement palpable in her voice, “can I show you something?” I sat up and put on my glasses, eager to see her treasure. … Continue reading

what she needs

what she needs

{Image is one of my all-time favorite pictures of me and Brooke. We are in the hospital. She is three days old.} You will doubt yourself. You won’t trust your instincts right away. You will be afraid that you don’t have the capacity to be what your baby will need you to be. Worse, you’ll think  that you don’t even know what she needs you … Continue reading

autism, puberty and respect – part two

autism, puberty and respect – part two

Image is a photo of a tree. ‘Cause nature.  Many of you have asked me to write about how we are handling puberty with Brooke. Autism, Puberty and Respect (Part One) was about why I won’t. Some time ago, Brooke’s older sister, Katie and I came to an agreement about what I would write about her … Continue reading

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