Month: May 2018

Littlest Boy Completes Kindergarten

My youngest son graduated from kindergarten today. I have a few observations: I thought it wouldn’t affect me, because evidently I’m a pariah among women in that my children getting bigger doesn’t make me sad. It makes me excited. Turns out, I was affected emotionally at the ceremony because kindergarteners are so freaking cute (so so so flipping adorable I…

I Wrote a Poem

Selfless Act I. The last year, an intermission, passed. My son lives in a home far away–the right place, the right care. Peace sits on us both like a skin. I am no longer mired in my grief-summer, nor my loss-winter. II. This is the next act. What will I do with it? It is a season for driving with…

Diet Coke is Dead; Long Live Diet Coke

Dear Reader, I’m not reliably present here on this blog, which is simply the way it is right now. My life has changed a great deal in the last year. While I once wrote multiple times a week about the rigors of raising Jack, the goings-on in my world are slower-paced now. Subtler. Stories and the subsequent lessons revealed by…

Pre-Summer Book Post

Wherein I review books I’ve read: YA Contemporary: Turtles All the Way Down by John Green. Yes, I gave Green another go after the depress-fest of Looking for Alaska, and I’m glad I did. This book is so good–more like The Fault in Our Stars, (imho) which I loved. It’s about Aza Holmes, a teen living with profound anxiety. Maybe…

Buoyancy

Today is my Jacky boy’s 14th birthday. It’s bittersweet. I’m not with him. I love him. Thus continues the complexity of being Jack’s Mom. My Segullah post for this month is about Jack and summer, seasons and swimming pools. Can I Handle the Seasons of My Life?  

Beauty in Variation: A Mother’s Day Retrospective

This year my sense of feeling bludgeoned by motherhood has changed into more of a subtle, sad acceptance that my mothering experience is unusual and always will be. It’s not typical. It’s not what I expected. But it’s not awful, either. It just is, and I’m okay with it. There is beauty in variation and I love my people. I’m recognizing…

Female & Fantastic

Yesterday was the sort of day when autism reared its feral head and flashed its jagged teeth at me, from two different children. Yay, Mondays! In the morning, Truman didn’t want to comb his hair or pick up his dirty clothes from the floor. He called me a jerk and said he didn’t like me. He scowled and argued and…

Living Can Hurt

I have been in quite a lot of pain the last couple of weeks. My back has been completely spazzing out, plus there was another recurring *wink* issue. (Please note, this post talks about my reproductive system, like a lot. If that is too much for your delicate eyes, I get it. Go ahead and skip it xo) I don’t…