This is also posted at Two Women Blogging Photo credit: Photo by MotherPie on Flickr I was driving to pick one of my kids up from school for a dental appointment when I caught the words "prostitution ring" (just those two words) on the car radio and turned up the volume to find out who [...]
Posts under ‘understanding’
Control Your Child
Years ago, back when we had one child, an extended cable package and time together after said child was asleep, Mark and I used to watch Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, a makeover show starring five gay men who have clearly never spent any time with children. The Fab Five once made over the [...]
Thanks to Autistic Adults
Yesterday, I took the kids out to the park to play. As my son was running across the pavement to one of the play structures, he tripped and fell, banging his knee hard on the cement. He got up limping, his face scrunched, as it always is when he is really hurt, into a silent [...]
A Letter to 13-Year-Old Me
A few months back, Guilty Secret wrote a letter to her past self. I thought this was a great idea and always meant to steal it from her. Then I saw that R.E.H. at Ramblings of a Madman was participating in a meme where you write a letter to your 13-year-old self. So, I thought, [...]
Views into my Room
"We compare our insides to everyone else's outsides..." ~LadyBug in a comment on a recent post I used to believe, many years ago, that if I were a good enough writer, I could get everyone in the world to understand me. I used to believe that when people misunderstood me, it was my fault for [...]
The Disease of Addiction
Recently I've read blog posts by two different bloggers I enjoy reading (Kristi and Ingrid) musing about why one would stay in a relationship with an addict. I know I've blogged a little bit about why I stay, but I'd like to try to put that decision in a larger perspective, and to do so, [...]
Help for My Son in the Human Habitrail
Last night we took the kids out to one of those kid friendly indoor play spots, the kind that have play structures that look like giant Habitrails. My son was both very eager and extremely terrified to play in it. He wanted to climb up, crawl through the maze of tubes hanging above our heads [...]
Perseverating
I loved it when my kids were really little and easily distracted. They'd be crawling, with dogged determination, toward something they were not supposed to have: a book they were intent on shredding, a cell phone they were going to use to call Mongolia, a checkbook they wanted to eat or a bottle of red [...]
A Hand to Hold
My son is in a four week Extend School Year program this summer. The children in the program have a variety of official diagnoses: autism, Down's, cerebral palsy, ADD/ADHD, speech delay. Today the hundred or so kids, of varying ages, who participate in the program held a Fourth of July parade. They marched around the [...]
