People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

Catching Up with Carter J

When I don’t write much about Carter for awhile, I’ll get notes from people asking how he is and what’s up with him. I told Carter about that yesterday and he asked, “So those people are kind of like my fans?”

“Yes, I guess they are,” I said, and that made him shoot out . . . → Read More: Catching Up with Carter J

Too Vast a Project

Road to Nowhere

Parenting a child with serious mental illness is easier if you can mostly ignore the future. . . . → Read More: Too Vast a Project

Pediatric Mental Illness on Parade

My friend Olive and her little girl came to visit us. (Her name is not really Olive, but her anonymous-for-the-web name for her daughter is Pickles, so I’m going with a whole relish-tray theme.)

This was kind of a big deal for me because I’ve always sworn I would never meet any of my . . . → Read More: Pediatric Mental Illness on Parade

The Lead In My Bones

I am tired.

Weary.

I feel like my bones are filled with lead.

Do you remember when you were in college and the end of the semester was a wild rush and you studied worked wrote studied more took exams and then, after the last class, you went home and collapsed for a month? . . . → Read More: The Lead In My Bones

“The time has come,” the woman said, “to talk of bloggy things…”

Two birds with one stone here, folks. First, you’ll know how I decide what to share with you, my lovely readers, because apparently? Some people care (and care deeply!). Second, I’ll have a link I can email to said people when they express their concern about Carter’s lack of privacy. I’ve written on this . . . → Read More: “The time has come,” the woman said, “to talk of bloggy things…”

In the Olden Days

When I was a little girl, I loved to ask my mom, “What was it like when you were a little girl in the olden days?”

And I was sort of kidding because I did, in fact, know that the 1950s were not the olden days, but I did love to hear how life . . . → Read More: In the Olden Days

Poop Troubles and Panic

Or Why I’m Always Half Asleep When I Drop Carter Off at School

We have a poop issue in the mornings before school. Not every morning, but more than half of the time, there is panic about poop.

Carter needs to poop before he goes to school. Needs.

With a history of acute constipation . . . → Read More: Poop Troubles and Panic

A Little of This, A Little of That, and My Inauspicious Writerly Beginnings

Holy ultra-serious blogeration, Batman!

Let’s take it down a notch or nine, shall we?

Because in spite of all the intensity I have expressed here recently, life is damn good right now.

“Damn good” is, of course, subjective. My damn good is not the same as yours (well, for a few of you it’s . . . → Read More: A Little of This, A Little of That, and My Inauspicious Writerly Beginnings

We are the people with whom you are trying so hard to keep up…

That’s right. We’re the Joneses. If you’re trying to keep up with us? Aim higher.

I think there are two ways that people start personal blogs like this one. The first one is, a person makes a plan, chooses a topic, sets it up, makes it pretty, gets it all in place, and launches . . . → Read More: We are the people with whom you are trying so hard to keep up…

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