Category: ABA therapy

Foiled

I honestly never thought this is where I would be at age 43. From the time I was very young, I dreamed of opening an orphanage in India where I would save children from poverty and pestilence. That didn’t happen. (Not yet anyway.) Instead, now 20 years later, I am a warrior mom of two tweens, and my mission field…

Game on

I’m not a perfect mom. I don’t do Pinterest birthday parties and I’ve heard my favorite Spanish ‘safe-swear’ come out of my son more times than I care to confess. Sometimes I serve frozen fish sticks and tater tots right before collapsing on the couch for an hour while the teens eat alone, and honestly most days you can’t see…

The Man in the Snow

Every morning around 8 a.m., Zion and I leave our home on the east side and head out for the long trek up to his ABA therapy center on the northwest side of town. This is typically a 30-45 minute drive, depending on traffic. Zion stays immersed in Kung Fu Panda on the iPad. (annnnnnd thanks to a $40 pair…

Changes

I worked in an emergency room for the better part of a decade. I have some stories that would curl your hair. But if there’s one thing we learned, it was that when it is quiet and there really isn’t much going on…you don’t ever say it. Never ever EVER. Because the moment you say it, patients start piling into…

Demo and Remodel

We moved into our neighborhood 11 years ago. When we bought this house, most of the homeowners in this area were retired couples who would sit outside and drink sweet tea, while they waved to my kids. They were givers. They would bake cookies for us for the holidays, and surprise me by shoveling my driveway when it snowed. I…