Unplugged

Ah, life. Some days I get everything right. Yoga at 5 a.m. Dinner in the crockpot at 6 a.m. Poached eggs and berries for breakfast. 5 minutes early to my first meeting at 7:30 a.m. School pickup on time, basketball practice at 5:30 p.m., dinner at the table with music playing and happy kids with bluebirds swirling around our heads……

Stained

Most of the time I am pretty even-tempered. But every once in a while, I blow my stack. And when I do, it ain’t pretty. Friday night was one of those times. I was exhausted after a very long and thankless work week. I just wanted to come home after my cousin’s surprise party and collapse to sleep. But my…

Contagious

My son was diagnosed with autism over 10 years ago. We’ve been through so many public humiliations that not much really ruffles me anymore. Yesterday morning my friend Beth shared a post on Facebook that really grabbed me. It was about a mom who had a kiddo with ADHD who was reprimanded in Walmart by a stranger. I remember those…

Ready

Last week I received a Facebook message from an old friend. Her youngest son had been diagnosed with autism, and our mutual friends suggested she contact me for guidance and support. That happens a lot. And I’m happy to respond and help when I can. After we set details and coffee, I accepted her friend request and went to her…

McJoyful

Yesterday was a good day. A very good day. I had the opportunity to spend it with my bestie and his posse while he ran sound for a benefit concert. Anytime I get to be outdoors, surrounded by great people and music and tons of laughter, I am one happy gal. So when I received the text message from my…

Divergent

I have always been different. But it’s just the past 4 or 5 years that I have really, truly enjoyed and reveled in it. I kind of march to the beat of my own hippie-diva conga drum. For example, this would be me on the far right: I wear unique stuff. I have big hair. I prefer Indian or Greek…

Thirteen

The year was 2003. My daughter had just turned 1, and I was in the midst of trying to save an exhausting and abusive marriage. I’d been feeling excessively drained and cranky, so I scheduled an appointment with my OBGYN to discuss post-partum depression. While I was there, they did a routine pregnancy test. Positive. I felt as though I’d…