The Invisible People

The Invisible People

I was at a Ross the other day. I love Ross. There is one by my son’s school, and on the days I don’t feel like laptopping at Starbucks, I walk around in their exceptional summer air conditioning while having riveting conversations with myself about my need...
My Love is Louder

My Love is Louder

My son, Jax, spent last Friday night at his dad’s house. On Saturday morning, I waited for my ex-husband’s big, white, cowboy of a truck, and opened my front door to greet my son as the truck pulled into my driveway. It was February 13th, the day...
Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace

My son, Jax, and I were in the back of an Uber car heading to the airport. It was early, and although we were leaving for Colorado, Jax’s favorite place in the world, he was so, so nervous. His autism and anxiety were in full swing, and the What Ifs that have taken up...
To my Son’s Autism Therapists.

To my Son’s Autism Therapists.

Hi Therapists, I feel like I know you all pretty well now. You’ve been in my home with my son for almost a year. Four, five, six days a week, you’re here. You’ve seen me in my pajamas, watched me do laundry and cook dinner. I spend more time with you than I do with my...
Merry Christmas, Mom.

Merry Christmas, Mom.

I heard Jax wake up this morning and run right into the kitchen. He wants to be a “big kid” so I crept out of my bed, and very quietly hovered in the hallway so he didn’t know I was watching. I thought he might try to spray paint my cabinets or take...
Dear Mom in the Waiting Room.

Dear Mom in the Waiting Room.

Dear Mom in the Waiting Room, I didn’t see you at first. What I noticed as we walked in was a young, laughing girl spinning around with a stuffed animal at the end of her outstretched arms. She had that kind of pure laugh that made me smile just hearing it. We...