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loved

  {image is a photo of me kissing Brooke’s tiny forehead in the hospital before taking her home. She is four days old.} – It was time for bed. Well, if I’m being honest, it was long past time for bed, but neither of us was really ready for me to go. I remained where … Continue reading

that far off time is now

that far off time is now

{image is a photo of the guests at Brooke’s (self-planned) surprise birthday party last year. To protect their privacy, their faces are covered by hearts.} Brooke is pointing at the picture on the computer screen. “Who is that friend who is at my party?” she asks. I look carefully, squint a little. “Hmm, I’m not … Continue reading

a world without boxes

a world without boxes

“Pointless bottling emotions of endless frustration cause words to wither in the recesses of the mind. Biting becomes the only way to stay rooted, but causes everyone watching to respond in loud voices of angry fear. Until there is understanding, you are alone in the terrible confusion of other people’s voices that are louder than … Continue reading

special globe, usa today, and my daughter

special globe, usa today, and my daughter

    {image is a photo of Katie and Brooke wheeling their bags through the Orlando airport last year.} At the end of January, I was contacted by a travel reporter. He was planning to write a feature in USA Today highlighting Special Globe, an up and coming travel service for families including children with … Continue reading

i am from

i am from

  {image is a photo of Katie at about a year and a half. She is standing next to the path that was behind our house at the time.} – In English class, Katie was asked to write a poem describing some of the aspects of her childhood that have contributed to who she is today … Continue reading

dear benedict cumberbatch

dear benedict cumberbatch

{Image is a screenshot of Diary’s Facebook post on Friday night. It reads “Sometimes it is the people no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine. – Alan Turing in The Imitation Game} Dear Mr. Cumberbatch, Firstly, do you mind if I call you Benedict? I’m just not a particularly … Continue reading

so i became one

so i became one

On Tuesday afternoon, I posted the following on Diary’s Facebook page. For four years, Katie has been asking for her own laptop. For four years, we’ve been telling her that it just wasn’t doable. She recently began saving to buy herself one. She’s gotten almost nowhere. My dad asked me the other day what she … Continue reading

in the silence, where so much is said

{image is a black and white photo of me and Brooke sitting in a lifeguard chair on the beach in Newport, RI. She has her arm around my neck and I am whispering in her ear. Photo by Connerton Photography, all rights reserved}   It has taken me a long time to learn that one … Continue reading