“I can get you in on the 12th of February at 4:15 p.m.” “Wonderful. Thank you Dr. Marci. In the meantime, can we start decreasing some of the meds? It just seems like so much.” “I want to decrease the Klonopin first, but in order to do that, we have to go up on the…
Writing What I Know
And I know this. Life in our household is a constant ebb and flow of love and hugs and special needs interventions and piano lessons and a family trying to make it all work. And somehow it is working. But I don’t share enough of it with people. Especially on what is supposed to be…
The Stranger
You are sitting one pew in front of me during mass and I am at once intrigued and fearful. You are large, towering well over six feet and your hands resemble oars; weathered and larger than any hands I have ever seen before. You catch me glancing at you and you gesture, pointing to your…
Sweating the Small Stuff
It is so nice to sweat the small stuff around here for a change. In a household such as ours, where there is a special needs child, we have become accustomed to stressing over all of the big stuff: neurologist visits, hospital stays, failed diets, side effects from medications, elopement, and numerous other things that…
Bistro Baby Blues
I am sitting at a French Bistro with my sister, who in my opinion happens to be WAY too beautiful and really, God could have distributed the genetic wealth a little more fairly, but anyway….. The banquet room is crowded with women of all ages…..estrogen is thick in the air and every time a male…
Between Brothers
It is a beautiful dance between them. I watch quietly and closely, willing my eyes not to blink in case I may miss a second of this magical moment. I feel my fears and anxieties melt into a shallow puddle beneath my bare feet, as superman looks deep into monchichi’s eyes and patiently waits for…