Giving the kids something to talk about in therapy.
This past February, the Taz tried out for the Little League Majors. He caught every ball, throwing it back with precision. And when he was up to bat, he nailed the heck out of each ball that came his way. Basically, he nailed it. And since he was already 11 and one of the biggest... Continue Reading →
I had a sandwich today. It was horribly amazing, possibly the best thing I'd eaten in a long time. Because I've been Paleo for so long, it occurred to me that I would regret this decision as soon as my protruding wheat belly caught up with me. But as the juice from the tomato dripped... Continue Reading →
“My kid has totally turned against us,” a friend of mine lamented as she shared all the ways her teenager was lashing out in rebellion. “She insists when she turns 18, she’s leaving. I feel devastated!” I was there as recently as a few weeks ago. My 14-year-old daughter looked at me like I was... Continue Reading →
So remember when I went in for a massage a few weeks back, and came out with a recipe for Himalayan Salt Sole? Well, I'm on the third or fourth week of drinking a bit every day, and let me tell you, this is a magical elixir. First off, let me give you a recap... Continue Reading →
I had a dream last night that our wedding day had finally arrived. Despite the fact that I have been preparing for our wedding every single day, in my dream I was totally unprepared on my actual wedding day. But I was also pretty calm as the women in my life took over and made... Continue Reading →
I was trying to describe my stepson to my counselor the other day in a way he could understand my frustration. "Everything he does is an act of protest," I told him, describing how Frizz hadn't cut his hair in 9 months, played music at ear-splitting levels, preferred his falling-apart shoes over anything new his father bought him, and locked himself in his room rather than joining in with the family. But the counselor wasn't understanding. Each level of defiance I shared was met with a murmur of approval, as if he were impressed with how Frizz chose to fight us.
Imagine there's no Heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us, Above us only sky. Imagine all the people Living for today. -Imagine, by John Lennon This was the song that played at the funeral of Jenn Leoy when she died in our 7th grade year. Every time I hear it, I think... Continue Reading →
Mr. W and Frizz left on a very expensive plane ride this morning to get to D’s funeral in Burbank this afternoon. How much does a plane ride cost when bought two days beforehand? $400. Each. Thank goodness for credit cards. I stayed home, mostly because we just can’t afford to buy that many tickets... Continue Reading →
It was still foggy outside, the increasing light casting dim shadows around the room when my sisters and I jumped out of bed. There was no hiding our excitement as we pounded on my parents’ door, rousing them at a way-too early hour to get them to wake up so we could find out what... Continue Reading →
Over the summer I met a sweet little autistic boy. We had gone to southern California for my sister’s wedding, and Mr. W was excited for me to meet his old roommate from college and his 3-year-old son. From the moment I laid eyes on “D”, I couldn’t help but be enamored with him. He... Continue Reading →
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