18/31 days of honesty: a different kid

I have a kid that is different from most.  He is so different that he eludes any type of diagnosis.  He does have a “some times” diagnosis of apraxia–but some days the slew of therapists think it might just be “low muscle tone”–or maybe not. Some days I wish that I did have a Dx…

journey to purple

Died.  Passed away.  Gone.  Gone–like in a not coming back ever sort of way. When my Dad died when I was 7–I didn’t quite get it.  My mom announced her engagement and I wondered when my dad was coming back . . . I wonder if I have his laugh or walk like him ….

Dear Chris,

Dear Chris, I can’t pretend that I know you in an everyday way.  I keep up through Facebook and Christmas cards.  I’m on the very outer fringe of your life yet I’m deeply saddened by your death. As I peek into your life and the stories that people have told on caring bridge, I can…