Monday, August 8, 2016

Sometimes There is Wind, and Sometimes it Blows!

I live in a windy city.

Photo by Pit Hermann
Not THE windy city, mind you, with Cubs and hotdogs and architecturally impressive structures... Just A windy city, with constant airflow that either ruffles my hair or sends my small, yellow flower pots flying. Sometimes it's refreshing. Sometimes it's downright annoying.

Friday, June 3, 2016

Letting Go of Perfect

I remember what it was like to attend church as a child.


After a large, congregational meeting, the adults and the children would break into their assigned classes or groups and head to a designated room reserved for further spiritual edification. The classrooms were small and usually smelled of chalk dust. The turf-like carpet was scratchy to the touch and almost always tan in color.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

A House; A Home

A dear friend of mine once said, "I like that whenever you talk about your house you call it your home."

"What do you mean?," I asked.


She replied: "I've noticed that you never call your house 'a house.' You always say 'home.' I think it's sweet."

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The "Be Good" Bus

Autism looks like many things in my house...


It looks like meltdowns and tantrums and tears. It looks like phone calls from the principal's office and citations from the bus driver. It looks like chocolate-brown eyes and gap-toothed grins. It looks as much like anger and frustration as it does laughter and joy. It looks like setbacks and successes.

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Willing To Be Open

As the mother of an autistic son, I have been a member of the autism community for a little over three years.


And in that time my eyes have been opened to the heartache of such a disorder. There are setbacks to overcome, there are mountains of adversity to climb. There are angry tears shed in hot, nighttime showers. There are prayers of longing and frustration whispered into bed sheets. But in the midst of all that is hard and disparaging, there is beauty and triumph, too.