Month: April 2014

Replenishing the Vessel

Something magical happened to me. I went to this place. With this guy. We’ve longed for an escape from the bottom of the figurative pit in which we have been dwelling. We seem to have found some footholds and are now climbing out of the dank deep and into the sunshine. If you dislike vacation photos, stop reading now. (I…

The Happiest Moment

I stumbled into the happiest moment of my life. It wasn’t an obvious sort of moment like giving birth to my children or wedding my husband. It wasn’t a thrill of victory as I summited a mountain or completed a marathon (nor will it ever be that one. Nope). It was a moment of insight a couple of years ago…

The Second Happiest Moment of My Life

Happy moments are those things we post on Instagram. The happiest moments, though, are sometimes too personal, too meaningful to let people simply scroll past casually. They are those things we look to with what Wordsworth called the inward eye. They are the memories we hold tenderly and carefully unwrap to caress and remember. Two and a half years ago,…

Jet Planes, Lactation, and Jack

I flew on a plane yesterday. It’s been a little bit since I’ve flown, and yesterday reminded me that flying is essentially like riding a crowded bus in the air. We pack ourselves in and ship ourselves par avion with a couple hundred other people, including babies, canoodling young couples, the four-year-old girl with ants in her pants across the…

The Barber-Surgeon of This House, and Other Tales

Spring Break is currently happening for my boys, and for me by association. Here’s the round-up: 1. I went to a Writer’s Retreat in a cabin in a canyon (like my darling Clementine, except I didn’t drown with my ruby lips above the water/blowing bubbles soft and fine) one Day One. This sort of thing is a little bit of…

Blossoms and a bare bum

Today while baby slept and Charlie and Abby did therapy, I retreated to the backyard with two blankets, a pillow, and Jack. Lying in the warm sun of April in one’s backyard is a particular pleasure during Spring Break. While I curled up in a ball and closed my eyes, Jack: *Pulled one of the blankets from beneath me and…

Prayer of Thanks

Dear God, When I beseeched you in my car that rainy night while rounding the Point of the Mountain, I had hit a wall. The kind of wall I’ve scaled a hundred times before, but after these ten years of special-needs parenting, I couldn’t climb it. I knew you were listening. So I decided to stop with the delicate, white…

Slice of Autism Life

This morning I emerged out of my NyQuil haze and some deeply weird dreams to begin the morning routine under the influence. I don’t know why things like OTC cough medicine turn me into such a quiet (non-menacing) zombie, but they do. I pounded a Coke at 7:00 AM in hopes it would be the perk I needed to shake…