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Wait for it…

On a scale of 1-10? Worst possible wait. Last weekend my son J.R. broke his arm in two places.   He lost his footing climbing on the playground, and the result was deformity that

50 Shades of Delay

In the middle of praying that no amount of technology could track the number of times I'd viewed the Fifty Shades of Grey trailer online, I got to thinking that 1) Universal Studios hadn't received my audition tape

B Day

Bren and me, livin' la vida loca on Palm Beach I constantly find myself wanting to write about the concept of friendship.  Maybe it’s because I am the most social loner I know,

Ten

Ten.  Ah, perfection- as irresistible as Bo Derek's braids, as complete as Pearl Jam’s breakthrough album, and as unblemished as my wedding vow renewal.  So many images come in to mind as I contemplate my own connotations

Around The World

You may have heard of the popular poem entitled “Welcome to Holland,” by Emily Perl Kingsley.  “Welcome to Holland” cleverly compares what parents experience raising a disabled child to an unexpected switch in travel plans.

Ain’t Love Grand?

I will never forget the day I first learned about autism. Bob and Suzanne Wright were on the Today Show to announce the advocacy group they freshly created in hopes to help families struggling with a puzzling

Hide And Seek

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, niiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnne, TEN!” I count with my eyes shut tight, for I love this game just as much as my boys do.  Peering from behind a tree I

Pinned

Out of all the things I want for my son (other than the ability to choose mommy’s winning Powerball numbers of course), I want him to experience tolerance.   It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to

Boomerang

I’ve written many times about this idea that I am lots like my seven year-old son who has autism.  I think I really get him sometimes (except when he decides to empty the contents of the tub

Dear Kristi

photo credit- electricfairground.com Ever wish you could turn back time and and speak to the younger (and less wrinkly) you?  I do.  Every day.  Since I can't do that, I wrote this letter. 

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