We just returned from vacation. We being me, Alex, and The Kid. We left The Baby in the capable hands of grandparents because the thought of taking him and all of his machinery and his baby food and his diapers on a plane gives me hives. This was our first big vacation away from him …
An actual conversation between me and my 12 year old son: “WOW! Your bellybutton looks HUGE in that!” “Okay, son. Do you get to comment on women’s bodies if they don’t ask you to? No, that’s right. I didn’t ask you for feedback- good or bad. You get to run around with your shirt off, …
A few weeks ago, we went to a Down Syndrome Guild picnic at a local amusement park- the kind with the rides that are scary cause they’re real old and the only thing they really do is make you feel a little sick. We’ve done a handful of Guild events but I tend to struggle …
I went to a vigil in Balch Springs for Jordan Edwards last week. It was everything you would want a vigil to be- beautiful and sad and moving and comforting. Like most, I was horrified by Trayvon Martin and Tamir Rice’s deaths. I have been deeply affected before by deaths caused by police brutality, but …
I keep telling myself that it’s crazy that I still have 4 out of 5 grandparents (4 biological grandparents and one step-grandfather). I know people close to my age that don’t have any. I must have some excellent longevity genes or something. However, my paternal grandmother is pretty sick and needs surgery to fix her …
This probably sounds like no big deal to most, but a few weeks ago, I was invited to a girl’s night that started at 7:30pm. For someone who is usually in bed by 9:30, this was a risk but I was prepared to take it. I made a ginormous fruit salad (for a girl’s night … Continue reading
“You going on a picnic?” the Kroger employee asked me as I threw multiple pre-made sandwiches into my basket. “No,” I laughed and then told her that I was going down to a bus station in Downtown Dallas to meet immigrants on their way to family and friends after being separated by Immigration and Customs … Continue reading
Last summer, a friend and I met up with our kids at a splash park, the not-quite-pools that have glorified sprinklers and rubberized floors so no one slips. Her daughter is a good deal younger than The Baby, but we met up anyway because he was just a little sack of potatoes and didn’t care … Continue reading
The first asylee I ever met was a man from Eritrea. We’ll call him Ben. Ben had flown to Central America and come into the US across the Mexican border. He claimed asylum when he got here. I met him when he’d already been here about two years waiting on a judge to hear his … Continue reading
{In an effort to not drown in a sea of dumpster fires, I’m trying to write (at least every other blog) about something light. I’ve found some prompts to get me going} Here’s today’s prompt: Write about your first job and what it taught you. I don’t remember much about my first interview at Villa … Continue reading
{Before inciting a literal mommy war, let me say that I do not care if your children call you mommy. If tiny hands reach for you and wail “Mommy!” as you remove the peanut from their nose, fine. If you refer to your own mother as mommy, even if you are 50, fine. You do … Continue reading
(I know that this is supposed to be a not serious blog (as part of my joy as resistance efforts) and so I’m putting this in the uplifting category. I promise not to get too ranty (but if I do, then you can just give me a break cause I’m still practicing.)) My first non-profit … Continue reading
