Posts under ‘compassion’

Autism as an Invisible Disability

As promised, I am over guest posting today on Amy Julia Becker's blog Thin Places about autism, invisible disability and acceptance. And here's your teaser... My son Austen* looks like most nine-year-olds, except perhaps a bit taller, with long legs that carry him swiftly across the ground as he races you to the car or [...]

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Prayer

Image credit: Photo by the italian Jonathan on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons A few days ago, a columnist I generally like wrote a satirical piece on sex addiction rehab (one I won't link to here, due to its triggering nature). He's a liberal columnist, so the comments were populated with lots of LOLs and [...]

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The Man in the Mirror

I roll my eyes as a cluster of neon clad girls buzz, "The way the sidewalk lights up as he walks is so cool! I love that song." Michael Jackson and that stupid Billie Jean video. Cool? Whatever. He's so overrated. I mean, if you wanted to talk about enduring cool, who could really compete [...]

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Recovery is Sexy

Image credit: Photo by Eternal ☼ Sunshine on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons It was raining the night I first kissed my husband. The wind was hissing and howling through the bare branches of the trees, rattling the last of the dead leaves still clinging to their posts. Before we kissed, we twined our hands [...]

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What Can I Do to Help?

Image credit: Photo by Cayusa on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons Last week, in my guest post for Lisa Belkin's New York Times blog Motherlode, I wrote about some of the challenges a trip to the grocery store can present for my son Austen. Since then a number of people have very kindly commented or [...]

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Shelter from the Storm

Image credit: Photo by max_thinks_sees on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons Mark and I were at a beach one day, years ago. It was autumn and the wind was blowing the chill salt air around us. I felt invigorated and happy, the way I always do when I can hear and smell the ocean, and [...]

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