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I planned to post The Transcendent Familiar Part 4 on Sunday. Really, I did. Why isn’t it up yet? Two reasons. First, I was struggling with how to tell the next part of the story because I didn’t understand it until yesterday. WHY did I date, marry, and have two children with a man . . . → Read More: A Flip of the Mood Switch 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 Oh, hello, world. I guess you’re all still here. I’ve been hiding in my house, decluttering and nesting and repairing various appliances and vehicles. What the hell is up with that, anyway? It’s like everything mechanical is conspiring against us. I think the refrigerator is the ring leader: Hey, hold it together! Don’t break; . . . → Read More: Where To Go from Here Carter has been at his private school for kids with special needs for a year now. One year without threats to send my husband and me to truancy court in spite of letters from multiple doctors documenting the medical causes of those absences. One year during which Carter’s teachers have called us every time . . . → Read More: One Year On our way home from his therapy appointment today, Carter and I stopped at a red light at the bottom of a freeway off-ramp. Since freeway on-and-off-ramps are popular spots for panhandling, neither of us was surprised to see a young man there. His jacket and pants were grime encrusted; his face and hands . . . → Read More: Sad About That If you live in an age of social media, and if the most powerful woman in television does a show about something you are experiencing in your own life, you will get a nice, long look at exactly what the world thinks of you. Which is…….shall we say…….enlightening. Oprah featured Zach, a young boy . . . → Read More: Oprah Takes On Pediatric Mental Illness My head hurts. Actually, I have pain from my forehead, up and around the back of my head, down into my neck, and spreading across my shoulders and down to my back. Why? Because I don’t like my kid much these days, and that’s a shitty way to be feeling. If I had a . . . → Read More: Under Siege Brian and Carter have gone to bed, closing out a day that I’d just as soon have skipped. There was yelling today. Also some stomping on the stairs, several episodes door slamming, and, of course, the requisite cursing. I wish I could say that all the bad behavior belonged to the small person who has . . . → Read More: The Mother I Was, the Mother I Am, and the Mother I Wish I Could Be Can you see my beautiful boy? He’s not invisible, but you might have to squint a little bit to see him clearly. You will be tempted to pity him, but rest assured that he will never make you small by pitying you. He will show you fear in a handful of dust, but he . . . → Read More: Beautiful Boy  |
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