Of Nails and Helping
There is a video called It’s Not About the Nail where a man and a woman are having a conversation. She is struggling with some things, he thinks he can solve them by removing a nail, she get’s mad at...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Blooming
My garden of spring bulbs is exceptionally beautiful this year. I keep wandering outside to just walk along the bed and admire them. The thing is, I haven’t planted any bulbs for years. Common...
View ArticleChoices and Helping
A while back I listed some blog posts I wanted to write, including one about what I was learning helping neuro-atypical adults adapt to college. At the time I had two college freshman. Within a couple...
View ArticleChanging the Words
“I need to point out a language change I’d like you to make.” he said. I was sitting across from my son’s new therapist. I’d spent the past forty minutes describing my son’s challenges and our current...
View ArticleChanging the Parenting Framework
My youngest child turns 17 this week. I only have one more year of legal responsibility over a human I helped make. Three of my children are legal adults and until a month ago when the oldest got...
View ArticleNo Longer the Conductor
On Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram I see pictures and posts from my friends who are parents of young children. They are all scrambling to adapt their families to life in various states of quarantine....
View ArticleChoices and Statistics
It was an anti-drunk driving billboard and I drove past it regularly while taking my kids to and from lessons. “Don’t become a statistic!” it proclaimed. Seeing the message always tugged at my brain...
View ArticleAnalyzing Two Weeks of Depression
On Sunday the depression I’ve been under for the past two weeks lifted. Some of that was seeing the results of the Covid tests (negative) but the sense of lightness was more pervasive than that. I’m...
View ArticleTouchstones in My Parenting
Mother’s Day is drawing nearer and I’m watching it approach with some trepidation because I’m never quite sure what emotions will hit me on that day. As I was trying to figure out how to feel, I went...
View ArticleComplicated Kindnesses
The first kindness arrives on my doorstep wearing a Christmas hat and smiling, standing a pandemically-correct six feet away from the door. She was my child’s primary teacher fifteen years ago and...
View Article
