Month: July 2013

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Mad Meg here with a few more signs that summer is still camping out, hanging on, and wrecking my sanity: A) The muscles in my shoulders are like bunches of craggy rocks. So much tension, so many knots. Also, so many kids. Who climb so many fences. And who spread to the four winds anytime they leave the house. Why is…

Space Cadet

We’ve entered the last three weeks of summer vacation. People everywhere are mourning summer’s looming demise, while I am hoping to simply get through it.We are going a tad crazy. Also, we have entered survival mode. Here are some clues: A) On our way home from a family dinner tonight, the special-needs crew both removed their pants and gave the…

Here Is My Card

Have you heard about how parents are creating business cards of sorts for their children? Apparently this is a thing now, at least among some up-and-coming parenting-types. They use their child’s card as a way to exchange contact information with families they meet while playing at the park, for instance, or maybe as a way for their toddler to begin…

High-Functioning is Hard Too

Often when people hear that I have children with special needs, one of the first questions they will ask is “So, are they high-functioning?” I love when people ask me questions about my children. I appreciate the brave soul who looks past our strangeness and instead of fleeing or ignoring, has the fortitude to try to understand us. So muchas…

Little Prince

Thanks to the Internet, we now have instant, round-the-clock access to everything we didn’t know we cared about. If the Internet were a hipster, it would glare at us over the chunky rims of it’s nerd glasses while stirring it’s mug of chai and snark, “You’re welcome.” I mean really, I saw a headline today stating that the royal baby…

G’day Rosie the Riveter

There is this annoying quote that keeps popping up in my Twitter feed. It says something like, “If you hate them in the morning and adore them in the evening, you’ve got yourself a family.” Whoever said this got it backwards. It is just dead wrong. When I wake up from a respectable night’s sleep on a bright sunny morning,…

Mad Meg the Witch

I think I need a name for my alter ego. It’s that part of me—my other self who quietly watches most of the time while I handle life, but who occasionally kicks the door down and yells at everybody to shut up and listen to her. I recently attended a writing workshop where one of the teachers spoke of her…

An Epistolary Post

I’m not much for writing letters anymore. These days I can scarcely summon the time and space to pen a thank-you note. My grandmother and I used to write letters about snippets of our days to each other. She only lived about an hour away, but she was mainly housebound and also refused to telephone much because of her über…

Prairie Vigilante

My alter ego, the Witch Woman, has taken over. She is laying down the law in this lawless house on the parenting frontier. She is stomping around in cowboy boots and waving a shotgun while cussing at the prairie varmints. If the people in this house want to live to see another desert sunrise they had best consider the following…

A Bike of One’s Own

At dusk on a summer’s evening, the neighborhood kids like to ride their bikes around the island of grass and trees in the cul-de-sac in front of our house. It’s a suburban Circus Maximus.There are ride-on John Deere tractors and jeeps alongside trikes, scooters, and two-wheelers. It’s rowdy and slightly dangerous, so obviously nobody ever gets tired of it. Bedtime, schmedtime! Jack…