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…

Untouched

My 12 year old son just surpassed a decade of living and thriving with an autism diagnosis. A freaking decade. I sort of feel like balloons and confetti should be falling from the ceiling. As I reminisce over the past 10 years, the autism has bestowed upon Zion a laundry list of obsessions. Most of which are related to TV or…

Normal

Raising kids is hard. Raising a child with any kind of special needs is harder. Even when there are two supportive and loving parents, it is tough. I’m not just a single parent, I’m actually an only parent…meaning that I have raised two kids without the other parent being involved. I have always been very concerned about the long-term effect…

Connection

Thursday morning at 5:31 a.m., I received a text that woke me up. It was from one of my best friends. She informed me that Chris Cornell had died. I sat up in bed and stared at that message for a good 5 minutes before it registered. And then I just flopped myself back into my pile of pillows and…

From Rory to Lorelai

If I could only watch one TV show for the rest of my life, it would be the Gilmore Girls. No contest. I started watching it in the year 2000 when it aired. I was immediately hooked. I loved everything about it. The sarcasm. The quick banter. The bestie relationship between mother and daughter, Lorelai and Rory. I imagined having…

Removed

It was summer 2009. I remember so little anymore, but I remember that summer so well. I was freshly divorced and trying hard to put my life back together. To add insult to injury, I was trying to learn how to manage raising two kids, one of whom has autism, on my own. So I attended Zion’s IEP meeting with…