Every day I pick up the kids from their new mountain school (it’s K-12 and maybe 300 students?), I pass a massive carcass decomposing along the side of the road. Maybe a cow or a bear? I’m not sure. But the thing I find fascinating—and oh-so- delightful—is that it’s remained on there long enough to […]
Guts and Poop and Gray Hair…Oh My! Read More »
*Disclaimer and warning: I am setting myself up for major judgment by writing this post. There is nothing admirable in my following words. Any parenting skills are abhorrently MIA, and my actions are questionable at best. There is no point, no glimmering lesson. It is simply a stark, bare naked sliver of our reality, written
July 2, 2022 My eyes flicker open to the dark outline of a mountain, and I blink repeatedly, willing the looming shape to disappear, yet simultaneously praying it wouldn’t. This inner disparity makes me feel instantly crazy, for the decision to move was mine. I had driven the real estate search (much to my husband’s
I Went to the Woods Read More »
Here is Grayson, my sixteen-year-old autistic son, on his second day of work. No, he’s not the kid sitting on the stool with the blurred face. He’s the one hiding behind the white “Skip the Line” sign. A family friend has entered the movie theater, so Grayson has ducked out of sight until she has
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Monday, my dad slipped on the unsalted ice at our house and broke four ribs. Tuesday evening, my husband and I were winding down in the hot tub after a long day, and when we got out, we couldn’t find Grayson, our fifteen-year-old autistic son. As we were searching the house and property, our oldest
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“In our society, where two-legged, two-armed strong Black men were able at best to eke out only the necessities of life, Uncle Willie, with his starched shirts, shined shoes and shelves full of food, was the whipping boy and butt of jokes of the underemployed and underpaid. Fate not only disabled him but laid a
Old Uncle Willie and the Need to Feel Normal When Nothing is Normal Read More »
Here—a thought and prayer about brokenness and our need for healing—and there—a thought about what color feels right to paint our future house. If we do not allow our minds to wander without rigidity while in the spirit of prayer and in the presence of God, how would we ever be inspired? How would we
Friday, we left for the mountains to celebrate Grayson’s thirteenth birthday. Pulling away from the house, celebrating was the furthest thing from my mind, as by then, I had already endured Grayson’s infinite mind changes and endless deliberations over where to celebrate, who we should invite, where we would eat, what we would eat, what
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It is said that around the time that Christopher Columbus set sail, the English pirate Drake was raking Spanish holdings up the west side of the Americas. As Columbus sailed into the unknown, his fearful crew was allegedly on the brink of mutiny—mutiny, rather than come to the edge of…whatever. In this perilous atmosphere, Columbus
Another Day: “Sailed On” Read More »
Because I constantly get phone calls from school telling me he tried to stab a teacher with a pencil or attempted to cut himself with a pencil sharpener blade or that he’s mad, and can I please come to calm him down? Because I experience so many questions, raging episodes, and endless arguments that by
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