Month: April 2017

A Mini Break

Dear Readers, There are a lot of things happening in my family, currently. I am still writing, but I am not publishing my posts here. Yet. I’m really not the type of person who likes to post vague updates that fish for people to ask questions. This kind of behavior actually makes me crazy. But. In this case, I’m being…

Illumination

Writing is not coming easily for me. I’m still writing things in my mind, but when I sit down to type, I can’t do it. This may be the grief twisted around the stress, pulling at my brain and sending tears seeping out of my eyes. I have things to say, but I can’t say them. They are tender and personal,…

Peace, also Sadness

Since I wrote that last, infamous, Costco/disaster post, several things happened. It got shared. A lot. Ksl.com wrote about it. Lots and lots of people responded, and many of them were absolutely vicious in their condemnation of me. It was a level of vitriol I have never before experienced with anything I’ve written. I sustained PTSD after reading only a…

Dear Mom of the Boy at Costco Whose Head My Kid Smacked Yesterday,

I am really sorry. Really, really, truly sorry. I would’ve liked to have given you a better explanation than calling out, “I’m so sorry. He has autism” as I ran after Jack. He does though. This is what autism looks like, particularly when compounded with developmental delay, a rare syndrome, the inability to communicate, and, sadly, another ear infection. I had a…

Map of Happy

I read Ann Cannon’s latest column and decided that I need this writing exercise in my life. So let’s do this. If I drew a map of my happy places, they would include my Grandma and Grandpa Burnett’s house in Clinton, Utah. It sat at the end of a long gravel driveway, behind three massive pines in the center of the lawn.…

We Aren’t So Bourgeois

It’s Spring Break, and because we have rallied our army of blessed helpers, we got to leave town for a road trip with our other boys. It’s what half the population does during school breaks, but to us it feels quite remarkable. I always think a succession of thoughts when we are able to manage a break like this: *I…