World Down Syndrome Day 3.21.22

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The Morning Grind

Getting my children, my husband and myself out the door on weekday mornings is not my greatest gift. The person I am in those few hours is absolutely not my best self. I may be doing the next right thing, but I am not very nice about it.   Every week night, I go to…

Cool like Elwie

I took Ellie to the eye doctor last week. Well, Ellie and Gus. They both got to go because the ice in Arkansas closed their schools. My husband was in court, so I loaded up my two emotionally unstable Tasmanian devils who only want to “do it myself, Mama” and off we went to terrorize…

But do you really hear me?

I went to Target this week in search of a shirt that I bought there at least three years ago. A mustardy, harvest-goldish colored short-sleeved t-shirt from the toddler section that has black bug outlines on it.

Trash and Treasure

Eventually, the little clay pot broke when the new baby, Gus, pushed it over, but I was able to save the one piece with the blue paint on it.

Surviving Sleep

I didn’t have kids at this point. I don’t even think I was in a serious relationship. Since that day, though, this conversation stuck in my mind and even haunted me, because as a naïve single woman, I could not imagine the horror of not getting my comfortable, uninterrupted 8 hours of sleep each night.

Hand Pile

I remember spending time with only one of my grandparents. My mother’s mother. I remember what her house smelled like. I remember riding in her car with the windows down. I remember how cool the linoleum tile floor in her kitchen was that time she and I were under her long wooden table trying to…

Pulling it all together

I pulled my life together enough to mail Christmas cards this year. A Black Friday deal in my email inbox caught me at just the right moment, and I was able to make it happen for the first time in my whole life. I forced the kids to get dressed for a picture – what…


Our dishwasher died the week of Thanksgiving. I knew it was sick; it had been for a long time. After some surgery and nursing, I was able to use the machine to clean the last of the dishes from our big dinner, but on Black Friday, it finally gave up the ghost. My husband, Ben,…

Moving the Goalposts

Is it giving up on the goal or is it assessing what I have actually accomplished?