If you’ve been with me since the beginning, you know I hate field trips. I’m a natural introvert (though I can fake extroversion pretty easily after years of practice), so being in a group with strangers and casual acquaintances is draining, not energizing. For years, field trips were also a punch in the gut. There’s nothing… Read More
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So…The R-Word Is Getting Some Press (No, Not THAT R-Word…)
There’s something very wrong with a society that obsesses over the nickname of a professional football franchise but sees nothing wrong with the everyday use of the word “retard.” Since the new NFL season started, I’ve seen lots of wailing and gnashing of teeth over whether the Washington Redskins should change their name. Neil Irwin… Read More
Sun-Beams: October 13, 2013
Sun-Beams is a collection of links to stories, articles, photos, or videos I have come across that I believe will inspire, inform, or encourage you, as well as my favorite photo posted on my other blog, Violet Film, from the past week. Disabled N.J. girl thrives, inspires after transplant – The “inspires” is a little gagworthy,… Read More
Seven Snippets: My Son the Artist and Halloween Costume Flashbacks
— 1 — In case you missed the update yesterday, we got great news about Sarah Kate’s burn. On Monday, the doctor indicated it would need to be debrided again – in fact, they sent her directly to the procedure room when we arrived, rather than an exam room – but upon examination she said… Read More
It’s Thursday, Which Makes It Day Four of the New Paradigm
Not to overdramatize a situation that, while disturbing, is admittedly not a major crisis – Sarah Kate’s leg will heal, the scar will not be enormous, and we count ourselves lucky that it wasn’t much, much worse – but I still feel as if the rug has been pulled out from under me. When she… Read More
The Thrill of Victory, The Agony of Defeat … and Something New to Trouble Me
I am defeated. After several weeks of watching Sarah Kate struggle with one of the worst growth spurts she’s faced, I began to wonder if the orthopedist was wrong and we couldn’t afford to wait two more years to consider surgery. She couldn’t stand for softball practice, and her “crouch” was highly pronounced. It was… Read More