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“I fink it’s gohwing da wain,” he comments, looking at the sky. In a split second, the outside world, the sounds of birds tweeting, the passing vehicles on our busy street, the dinner conversations at our picnic table completely halt. … Continue reading
Editor’s Note: Well, since my last post was absolutely and utterly dark, I have decided to dedicate the space following it in my bloggy account of our journey to light, because light is the space we typically live in. Light … Continue reading
This past Sunday, we had a small birthday party in honor of Jonas’ 4th birthday. We prepared for months for the big event. We watched videos on YouTube of people celebrating and singing. We read stories. We practiced blowing out … Continue reading
“Which is a body part?” the mechanized voice asks him. Without effort, Jonas lightly points to and then touches the picture of the elbow. Chimes ring. The same mechanized voice praises him, ”That’s right. The elbow is a body part.” He … Continue reading
“When he’s 3, he’ll start talking.” “When he’s 3, things will click.” “When he’s 3…” “When he’s 3…” “When he’s 3…” 3 has come and very nearly gone. My angel has made huge strides over this past year. First, and … Continue reading
The cursor flashes, taunting me on the blank screen before me. On. Off. On. Off. Tick toc. Tick toc. Nothing. I’ve no hopeful words, no tidbits of strength, no glimmers of genius to impart upon you, dear readers. Lately, I’ve … Continue reading
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been dipping my big toe into the waters of what will be intense, immediate, colossal, transformative, whopping change. A new, old home. A space of our own. Fresh paint is being applied as my … Continue reading
I’m so lucky and honored to be featured over at the SPD Blogger Network today! Click >>>>>> HERE <<<<<<< to view post. ********** Not sure what SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) is? Click >>>>>>> HERE <<<<<<< to learn more about the … Continue reading
Yesterday, a very good friend, and former teaching colleague of mine, beautiful Mrs. Karen, brought a box full of blue sweets and a letter to the weekly staff luncheon at a particularly amazing charter school in Southern California where I … Continue reading
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