Month: April 2015

Stream of Consciousness Post. Buckle up.

I’ve turned into one of those people who can’t finish a book because I’m too busy falling asleep.  I’m only days away from a book club discussion of The Boys in the Boat and my kindle tells me I’m only 24% through. And yet, between kids and appointments and meetings at school and sneaking away to write, I cannot seem…

Dr. C and the IEP

Let’s talk about victories. Yesterday, we took Jack to Shriner’s Hospital, which entailed Dutch taking off work so he could ride with me and help mediate car drama. We expected to hear that it was time to set a surgery date for putting pins in the growth plates of Jack’s ankles. We also anticipated stress. But a few things happened…

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Demands Retreat

After a near-death car trip with Jack last week, me and my PTSD left for a glorious three days at Solstice Writing Retreat. I don’t want to talk about the car disaster nor the downward trajectory of my life with Jack, so let’s focus on my beautiful escape to a high mountain valley, where I wrote and laughed a lot,…

Angel

It was 5:45 pm on a Wednesday in April and we were driving home in rush hour traffic from Jack and Charlie’s psychiatrist appointment, normally a 45 minute drive. We had been in the car for an hour and were not yet home. This ride pushed Jack’s limits of acceptable car behavior. His moaning and thrashing increased. Charlie darted out of…

The Word is Good

The people who pay the most attention to words are possibly a) writers and, b) toddlers. Wordsmiths all, because these folks are on the cusp of emergent language—creating it and receiving it. People in these groups have a greater tendency toward experimenting with words. I fit into one of these categories and I’ll just say it. I really like words.…

I Can Do Scary Things

My neighbor has a blossoming homegrown company that makes and sells organic makeup. She asked me to help her with a marketing campaign that defines beauty as being a result of living with purpose.  Like an idiot, I agreed to do her a favor and be photographed, filmed, interviewed, and embarrassed by pretending to be a makeup model, when I…

Retro Post: What’s in a Name

People keep asking me why I refer to Husband as “Dutch” on ye olde blog. To answer this question, I decided to repost my original explanation. ***** I’ve been filling out school forms and registration forms in copious amounts recently. A common question on all these official documents asks what the child’s preferred name is, as opposed to his or…

Tipsy

One does not need a muse when one has my children. We live a rowdy existence, which inspired this article in the Deseret News this week. And tonight I got to go to this place.   So I’m feeling fine and enjoying this beautiful bubble of contentedness. In other news, I always make temples look like they are tilting in photographs. I…

Woman With Sandwich

Jack is on an anti-psychotic med that makes him practically insatiable. I am not exaggerating when I say that he is always hungry. We knew this would happen when we started the drug, but it was either this or Jack beating people up in frustration every day. We chose the med and the increased appetite. In the four months that he…

Tie-dyed 

With only a few minutes until the bus was to roll up in front of our house this morning, Jack broke into Charlie’s therapy box and found a rainbow palette of craft paint which he opened and used to tie-dye the stairs, the rugs in the entry, and the walls.  At some point as we scrubbed the rugs, which unfortunately…