Jo Ashline

She Was Me.

He was supposed to play in his first Challenger baseball game of the new season this morning, but instead we found ourselves at our local Children’s Hospital emergency room, making sure Andrew’s foot wasn’t broken. (Never a dull moment around here, that’s for sure). It was there that I first spotted them; a father and [...]

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To Thine Own Self Be True

I finally got my five-year chip this morning. After a hairy start to the day, my logic, the part of me that said I had a sink full of dishes, a calendar full of deadlines, a small window of time to clean and cook before the boys returned from summer school, took a backseat to [...]

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“You’ve Got a Long Way to Go”

“You’ve got a long way to go,” he said. The words stung like hell. I knew he meant well; he always did, but I wish he had just slapped me instead. It would have hurt less and that kind of pain eventually goes away. “You’ve got a long way to go.” The words kept echoing [...]

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Tuesday, March 29th, Life/Food Section, Page 3

This morning, just like every weekday morning, I had to get the kids up, dressed, fed, and ready for school.Instead, I drove like a bat out of hell to my nearest gas station and bought three copies of The Orange County Register.  What?  That’s all they had left.I screeched into the driveway, jumped out of [...]

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When "OMG,That Sucks" Doesn’t Even Begin to Cover It

I’ve been keeping things pretty light-hearted around here lately.  Sure, once in a while I make you suffer through a bout of poetry that probably only makes sense to me, or I touch upon our struggles of raising a special needs child, or I vent about random crap that needs to be vented about so that [...]

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Lumberjacks are people too

In an effort to keep from rolling myself into the fetal position and giving in to the voices inside my head, I’ve convinced an innocent woman new therapist to take me on as a patient.  I found her through my network provider website, and picked her out of dozens of names because of her close proximity to my [...]

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Shrieks are Louder than Words

They make it work somehow. They speak their own language. Or in this case, they “shriek” it. And it doesn’t matter whether or not anyone else “gets” it. It just matters that they do. To say that I love these two more than any human should be capable of loving someone else is the greatest understatement [...]

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My Best Friend’s Bathtub is Dirtier than I Thought.

You can learn a lot about people by visiting them in their homes.   Color schemes, knick knacks, window treatments, florals vs. solids; these important details can often provide a tiny glimpse into the hearts and minds of the residents, illustrating their passions, hobbies, and personal habits. A spotless kitchen, for instance, with nary a gadget in sight and a fridge covered in take [...]

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More, Please

What do you do when your son, whose been “failing to thrive” since spring and closer to a feeding tube than ever before sits down at your traditional, holy, Christmas Eve feast, grabs a ginormous spoon, and begins to shove pierogis down his throat faster than the speed of light? Duh. You spend an entire [...]

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A Picture Worth the Pain it Brings

There is a photo that hangs in her bedroom tucked in a frame she bought when she still shopped at walmart It sits there against the calm of the forest green wall the color chosen by her husband a man willing to paint the walls hot pink if she so desires She walks by this photo [...]

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