A Learned Appreciation I see a forest in two very different ways. Firstly, it is a tranquil break from the chaos of my life away from the forest, an arena into which the stresses of a suburban existence cannot enter. Then I acclimate to the realm of new sounds and visual stimuli, absent of any metallic shine or mechanical clank. I take deeper breaths and … Continue reading The famous essay by George Rodi (posted with permission)
Happy Birthday, Doll. Continue reading Sweet Sixteen
“My momma does” Continue reading George wrote an amazing college essay
I am the kind of person who laughs excessively at my own jokes. When I do this, it is kinda adorable. Not annoying or pretentious at all. Just silly and infectious- unless you are one of my children and then it could be misconstrued as aggravating. IEP meetings are mostly awful. Sometimes boring- which is a tactic teachers and administrators use to wear you down. … Continue reading Our Last IEP meeting
Our children are not ours. Continue reading He isn’t mine but he is
The farmers market is where I find beauty. My neighbor teased me, “How can you go on a Sunday? It will be so crowded.” But I love it. I purposefully go days before Thanksgiving. I am in the hubbub of the holiday. One of my gifts is being patient in this type of situation. I wait for a family in hijabs to choose their tangerines … Continue reading Farmers market
What a gift, my girl is. Happy birthday and another happy year of love. You are loved. Continue reading Michaelann is turning 11. Mim.