You know what I hate? I hate when you go and read someone’s blog and you discover that, through their own words and takes and experiences on life, that you really don’t like them. This doesn’t happen often to me, of course. I go to blogs that are written by people that I am sure [...]
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It should have been more momentous. Sitting there, in a classroom last week, listening to my autistic son’s teacher tell me that he was doing well in all his subjects was the stuff of my dreams a few years ago. A reality I couldn’t imagine, but one I hoped to attain in the far away [...]
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It’s the day after Thanksigiving and I feel decidedly….ungrateful. And for the life of me, I’m trying to get myself back to that place of gratitude, to look around me at my blessings and my gifts, of all the rambling statuses on Facebook that people posted yesterday about life and love and happiness….but I’m just [...]
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It’s quiet. It’s just the same as it used to always be here in our house….two kids amusing themselves, windows open on an unseasonably warm fall day, homework done, husband at work. Relaxing. Peaceful. Blissfully quiet. Except that now all of that quiet seems disconcerting. Too quiet. It’s because my eldest, Zachary, is gone. Zachary [...]
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“So Mom, do you think that you’ll be going back to teaching or something now that Michael is doing better in school?” asked my eldest son, home for the in between of his college days and his working days. I understand why it’s on his mind. He has spent every day since his graduation last [...]
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“Oh, that is SO gay,” my daughter said the other night at the dinner table. My husband and I looked at each other, a question there for both of us. Do we go there? My 22 year old son, home now post college graduation and furiously interviewing at any number of amazing companies, looked down [...]
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Michael lost it the other night. It had been a good day for him, in fact a great start to the school year so far. Last year, he stumbled so badly at the beginning of the school year, in terms of academics and behavior, that I actually phoned his teacher on Friday in tears wondering [...]
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“Mom, I have some news for you.” I gulped, holding the phone. It was a cold day in March, and I wondered what my boy, standing in his apartment seven hundred miles away in college was about to tell me. I remembered uttering those words to my mother as well, from my dorm room 100 [...]
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“You need to come to the school and pick him up,” said the voice of my son’s special education teacher on the phone. We’d been riding a positive wave of good news as far as Michael had been concerned. His last conference had brought me to tears; he was working on grade level, in the [...]
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We made it through the hurricane, though it was an interesting time for us. The winds started around midnight and by three in the morning, they were howling and rain was falling in sheets and sideways from the sky. I finally got out of the bed at five thirty, tired of listening to it and [...]
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