Tagged with autism

hot potato

{image is a photo of Brooke, standing on her tiptoes, trying to look over our back fence} Last weekend, a comment showed up on Diary’s “About” page: I have been hoping that one day someone with some following would write about the things that tend to divide the autism community. Honestly I think you’re the one. … Continue reading

awesome with a side of extra awesome

{image is a photo of Conner heading off to New York last year. He’s showing off his snazzy suitcase, on which his cousin Kevin painted a brightly colored autism ribbon as a surprise. Looking at Conner’s face, it’s pretty clear that it was a very good surprise.} – Yesterday, I got a message from my … Continue reading

a day at the theater

* If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story. ~ Orson Welles In case you missed it yesterday, Brooke asked me to take her to a movie. Yes that’s bog news. Epic, in fact. On Diary’s Facebook page it went like this … – Um, you guys? … Continue reading

m, the pathology of difference, and a frog

{image is a photo of a frog, beneath which is the following text: Scientists tested a frog. They cut off its legs and shouted, “Jump!” The frog didn’t jump. The scientists concluded that when frogs lose their legs, they become deaf.}   My friend, M wrote this wonderful post the other day about, ya know, … Continue reading

overloading the warehouse

overloading the warehouse

{image is a totally gratuitous picture of Katie, Chloe and Brooke, taken during Chloe’s visit last year.} * The other day, my friend, Chloe, asked for some help proofreading her slides for an upcoming autism conference. Some of you may remember Chloe (who I called Cammy at the time for the sake of anonymity) from THIS … Continue reading

well-served

well-served

{image is a photo of a tween girl sitting on the lap of an older girl, holding a tennis racquet} I read once that long before her name was a brand, Donna Karan couldn’t find a pair of slacks that she needed. She’d looked everywhere, and certainly there were plenty of pants to be found, … Continue reading

dear abby cadabby

dear abby cadabby

Dear Abby Cadabby, Hi, kiddo. You might remember that we met this past summer. This was you hugging my eleven year-old daughter, Brooke, who is autistic … {image is a photo of Brooke hugging Abby Cadabby at Sesame Place, Summer, 2013} She was sooooo excited to meet you at Sesame Place this summer, along with Elmo … Continue reading

reunion

reunion

{image is a photo of Dorothy’s ruby slippers} I left for New York on Thursday morning while the girls were still asleep and came home long after they’d once again gone to bed. On Friday, as soon as Brooke woke up, she came into my room to find me. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she … Continue reading

progress, growth, hope

The following was Diary’s Facebook status on Sunday evening: When my girl was five years old, we had a birthday party here in the house. It was, as I described it then, a disaster. She had become overwhelmed. She had begged for escape in the only way that she could. After trying desperately to cajole her … Continue reading