Month: March 2018

Elastic

It was exactly one year ago that Jack’s new life plan was set into motion. General Conference weekend last April I had NO INKLING WHATSOEVER that our lives would change so drastically and so quickly, literally beginning just days after conference. I’ve been thinking of all the things that are different about life now versus life then, as well as…

Jacky is Sweet

Jeff and I spent 75 minutes on the phone this morning for Jack’s intake meeting with his new service provider. This is where we tell them stuff—like that Jack adores vacuums and going for rides in the car, and that he straight up cannot handle crowded, noisy places, particularly which involve waiting in line (Someday I will tell you about…

The Next Right Step

I can eat again. It’s Jeff’s birthday and we get to have a night out, so yay us. Physical therapy is making me huuuuuurt. I am now one of those people who complains about sore body parts. And talks about exercise all the time, gah. I’ve been on the phone with the support coordinator lots in the past week. We…

Books, Babe

Wherein I offer *tiny* book reviews of works I have recently read. Books set in war time: Beneath a Scarlet Sky by Mark Sullivan. Wow. WWII in Milan. True Story. Going to be made into a movie. They kind of were the greatest generation. The Girl You Left Behind by Jojo Moyes. Set during the Great War in France and written…

Angels Speak

The nausea started as soon as I got the call a week ago Monday. Jack had attacked a number of people at school, including a kindergartener, and had been taken by the police to juvenile detention. It persisted through each follow-up phone call over the next week: *the group home, apologizing as they said they can no long care for…

We are Family

I gave my writing students the following prompt this week: Write about someone who has had a profound impact on your life. I wrote while they wrote, and this is the result. (For context, as I was writing and teaching this, Jack was en route from his rural town to the children’s hospital, following a week of heinous behavior which…

We Got Away

We have gotten away. The five of us are AWAY for a long weekend in St. George, where it’s warm and sunny. This is what I’ve dreamed of since my dad went on hospice in October. Getting away. Victory. It’s wild to me how a simple change of scenery can shift everything. No snow. No obligations. No people. Nowhere to…