I need Incarnational Love for my child

I am terrible at learning languages. I quit Spanish 102 because I just couldn’t get it, even after summer tutoring, on-campus tutoring, getting help from the professor, and take-home tests. I was a failure and I gave up. I once heard an Autistic man describe Autism as being in a foreign country where you don’t … [Read more…]

5 things I wish people knew about ADHD

I have two kids with ADHD (one of my sons is also Autistic). The challenges that ADHD brings to our lives are very real, but every week I read articles that dismiss ADHD as an “imaginary illness,” dreamed up by “Big Pharma,” lazy parents, and overworked teachers in order to drug kids into submission. Before … [Read more…]

Do the Next Best Thing

I remember when I was teaching English Literature and Writing online and students would email me, somewhere around week five of the eight week course, completely overwhelmed. They were behind. They felt out of their element. They were paralyzed. As best as I could, via email (that wonderful, sterile communication medium), I tried to breathe … [Read more…]

It’s good to have a Plan

On Tuesday night Aaron was gone all evening refereeing two soccer matches. I usually hate these evenings. They are long, tedious, and loud as I count the minutes until Aaron gets home or bedtime, whichever comes first. I could feel that familiar dread coming on but instead of drowning in it, I decided to make … [Read more…]

Letting in the Light

It was a personality test that broke me, a stupid internet quiz. My Myers-Briggs had never failed me before. ENFJ all the way, baby. Every description, no matter the unique context, (“What should you read next according to your Myers-Brigg personality test?” or “What your Myers-Briggs test says about what kind of friend you are?”) … [Read more…]

How I’m learning to love my body after four kids

My husband borrowed my sewing tape measure the other night to measure himself for his military uniforms. On a whim, I measured myself too, remembering all the times my seamstress mother wrapped the soft tape around my bust, waist, and hips throughout my teenage and young adult years. I’d memorized my “normal” numbers, easily rattling … [Read more…]