Month: October 2014

Ain’t Nobody Got Time For Indoor Flames

The evening was proceeding swimmingly. I had maneuvered the boys in a swinging, waltz-like round from basketball pickup to the pharmacy to home where everyone ate dinner, played, and did their jobs without drama. For real. Things were going so well, I even made butterscotch cookies. On a weeknight. Just for kicks. I felt this cool sense of competence, thinking…

Things That Change

I used to have an ongoing mental list that looked like this: Things We Can’t Do Because of Disabilities 1. Eat normal food all together at the table as a family. 2. Expect that people will keep their clothes on. 3. Ride in the car without people shrieking, throwing things, or removing their pants while crawling around on the seats…

Hashtag Thank You

It’s not Thank You Note Friday. And I am not Jimmy Fallon. I do want to give thanks, however, for the things that keep my fingers from slipping from their clutch on the figurative railing from which I dangle. Thank you, Cracklin Oat Bran, for basically being tiny little oatmeal cinnamon cookies that I didn’t have to make. Thank you,…

Best Books

I’ve seen lists of people’s top ten favorite books cropping up everywhere, and why not? People who love books enjoy hearing what strikes their reading friends’ fancy. It’s a reader’s version of the Ragnar sticker. People who run slap Ragnar stickers in their car windows or post pics of their races; readers talk about and post about the books that…

Eat, Pray, Store

I’ve got food storage on the brain. This could mean: A) My brain is super sexy. B) I’m a Mormon. Other reasons I’m stocking up on food: A) I’m married to Dutch, who is basically The Dude when it comes to readiness. He’s a little bit ancient Egyptian with the plentiful reserves of wheat for times of famine and a…

Miracles

I’ve been sitting on a hard wooden bench of late watching Eldest Son at basketball tryouts. The kid has hustle and makes a pretty decent point guard. He is the same kid who came screaming and colicky into the world on Thanksgiving Eve thirteen years ago and made us parents. Henry screamed for the first four months of his life…

The Luckiest Girl

I’m going to say something that risks sounding saccharin and gooey. First, though, the prelude. I’ve been in the trough of the waves for awhile. It’s been hard. I’ve felt low. Much of the difficulty of special-needs parenting for me is not the daily trials and the fairly constant catastrophes, but the endlessness. It just never stops. And I’ve really…