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 Here’s the thing: in the beginning, everyone is lost and alone. No matter how a person goes from being parent to parent of a child with disabilities, in the beginning the world turns itself ass-end-up. Whenever the news comes or the realization dawns—during pregnancy, immediately or shortly after birth or adoption, or later—there is . . . → Read More: In the Beginning Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.1 (except it’s less of a part and more of an interlude) Part 4 Part 5 However, maybe you didn’t read those, and maybe you want to read one post and not 6. Fair enough. Here’s what you need to know: Robert was my first husband. We . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 6: Love Is Not a Victory March Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.1 (except it’s less of a part and more of an interlude) Part 4 However, maybe you didn’t read those, and maybe you want to read one post and not 5. Fair enough. Here’s what you need to know: Robert was my first husband. We married in . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 5: Down Comes the Night  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.1 (except it’s less of a part and more of an interlude) We all grow up with rules. I’m not talking about the regular rules that our parents speak aloud – no running in the house; don’t sing at the dinner table; if you wear your tap . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 4: Give Yourself Away Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Some stories are like laundry. The longer you put off telling them, the bigger they grow. This story, the one about my earliest adulthood and my relationship with Jacob and Abbie’s dad, has reached the ceiling, toppled over, and begun to spread across the hall and into the . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 3.1: I Won’t Fade Away  Part 1 Part 2 When Robert and I got married, the wedding preparations weren’t difficult because of the one we’d cancelled just a year before. We called the florist, the baker, and the tent rental place and re-ordered the things we’d already chosen. My penchant for procrastination paid off since I’d never gotten around . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 3: This One Goes Out to the One I Love[ed] Part 1 Devil and the deep blue sea behind me Vanish in the air you’ll never find me I will turn your face to alabaster When you find your servant is your master When I went to bed on April 1, 1993, I put the pregnancy test under my pillow. The smooth foil wrapper . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 2: Destiny Sold Water dissolving…and water removing There is water at the bottom of the ocean Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean! In the summer of 1990, I wanted to move into the having-sex-on-a-regular-basis phase of my life. I had had just enough sex to . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 1: There Is Water at the Bottom of the Ocean Oh, hey, guess what? Varda let me visit her at her house today. Come join us for this week’s installment of her weekly series, Special Needs Sibling Saturdays, where we’re discussing…you guessed it: the siblings of kids with special needs. When I drop Carter, age 8, off at school, we enjoy a ritual of words and kisses. “Work hard!” I say, and he gives me a hug and one kiss. “Learn lots!” I say, and he gives me a hug and two kisses. “Have fun!” I say, and he gives me a hug and . . . → Read More: Surrender All  |
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