When my son was 4 years-young, I told myself I wasn’t doing something right. Maybe I didn’t have enough know-how about this so-called parenting gig. The moments when my son trapped himself into his own world, thinking about the same thing over-and-over again, became more than just moments. Transitioning from the car to home and…
finding his untethered happy
Our Aussie, a beautiful black Labrador, officially entered into our lives this week. She brought with her a beloved, familiar toy: a stuffed rainbow llama. Her eyes, a gentle brown, communicate her love for my son (and my daughter, of course) and her undeniable attention in everything he does. My home, a place where the…
all things green, not purple
Buddy loves neon green, forest green, 10 various shades of green. I do believe that he would live in a forest green room with shelves and tables filled with his lego world creations. And if he could, and I could buy him an endless supply of athletic socks and footwear, they would all be hues…
I’m the Samurai Sword
After twelve cool, spring-air soccer games every Saturday, my daughter announced she was officially done with soccer all together. Not only were there not enough smooth paths for her to glide on her scooter, but my son’s soccer team had yet to win a game (after playing for two seasons together). For her, these soccer…
what hope looks like
Ten months ago we learned that my son would be getting a service dog. Excitement bubbled up as my son quickly began to prepare for his new dog. He put thought into where his dog would sleep and what color ball he would enjoy catching. He pondered the size of the bowl for drinking water…
two lollipops and pink leotards
My daughter flits and floats and flies in her pink leotard on Friday afternoons. She squeals with excitement when she sees her ballet-reena friends at the end of each week. All four girls are dressed in shades of light pink and black with pink leotards and cascading skirts adoring their tiny waists. The left foot of…
his twilight zone
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. – The Twilight Zone On a Wednesday night, my son tucked himself next to me on our brown leather sofa. He stretched his long legs onto the ottoman, crossing them and then wiggling his toes. “Mom, sometimes when I’m at school I feel like I’m in…
