Learning to Listen: Mental Illness
Autism has changed me. Mossy has changed me. And for the better. How could this child, who cuddled with me and played so cheerfully with animals, change on a dime with rage? Screaming, yelling, cussing, thrashing his body…. all over…
Sharing Mother’s Day
Something occurred to me this year. Sharing Mother’s Day with Sara actually freed the children to love me. As I entered into the dark place of their pain, they felt known and comforted by me. Their feelings were ok. In…
Monkey Business
One of the benefits of driving several states away to visit Mossy every month, is that I’m now listening to so many amazing audio books. This month, I didn’t plan ahead very well, so I found myself standing in front…
Unforgotten
Step into the room with me. There are cushioned chairs set out in a U-shape, with a few “TV dinner style” tables set in front of them. You’ll see elderly Kathy scowling, a young 20-something Mark smiling with his bongo…
Imprinting
There’s a 100 foot stretch of road in our neighborhood that doesn’t have houses. On one side, there’s a rustic wooden fence lined with wild flowers. The other side is a steep hill covered in overgrown grass, delicate Queen Anne’s…