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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…

Softening

For many years my kids have grown up without their Papa in their lives. I never understood it. But I was hurt, frustrated and angry that he chose to stay away. Recently though, Papa hired an attorney to seek some port of re-entry into our kid’s lives. Due to Zion’s autism I felt Papa needed extensive training on how to…

Road Trip

I love a good road trip. In my younger years, I loved taking road trips alone. I would throw my guitar in the back of my Jeep and drive 12 hours to sing at a coffeehouse for fifty bucks. I didn’t care about the money. I just loved the freedom and the experiences I was able to have by living…

Expelliarmus

Friday morning I jolted awake at 2:37 a.m. I had forgotten to buy Zion a Halloween costume. Ordinarily my holiday-esque procrastination would have been no biggie since Friday was the day before Halloween…but Friday was not only dress up day at Zion’s therapy center, it was Zoë’s 13th birthday, I had meetings all day, and zero wiggle room for last…

Tiggered

I was just telling one of my girlfriends last week that Zion doesn’t Tigger me on Sunday mornings anymore. I miss it. It is one of the cutest things he ever did. Every Sunday morning, all 105 pounds of my tazmanian angel would take a running leap into my bed, and land right on top of me, staring me eye…

A Day in the Life

  6:19 a.m.  Tiggered, Zion style. I open my eyes and find myself nose to nose with the world’s cutest little boy. Swimming in a sea of wonder and eyelashes, that little face is the reason I can get up at this hour without cussing. (Well, most days.) 6:20 a.m.  Zion’s first word of the day? Cereal. Or if it’s…