Gone with the wind

My daughter, Button is obsessed with Helium balloons. Every trip to a store or supermarket, and she adds to her balloon harem by 1. Disney balloons, random Chinese character balloons, birthday balloons, emoji balloons. As long as they float and bob, they are A-ok in her book.A couple of months …

Pocket of happiness.

This past week, our house underwent some fumigation and so we spent 8ish days at our in-laws’ cottage in Monterey, California. For those unfamiliar with that part of the world, Monterey and its surrounding towns are right next to the Pacific Ocean. Miles of beautiful, unspoiled beaches, not too touristy and of course …

Car Wash

Photo by Yogi Purnama on Unsplash I have a membership at a car wash.It’s a small business that does a pretty good job of clearing my car of grime and every single piece of random detritus my kids have decided to dump into the car. Old Lego pieces (son), stickers (daughter), ketchup packets …

Night shift

Roy mopped the floor, back and forth. Back and forth. The dullness of the process soothed his frayed nerves. He hated working at night when the whole building was silent and he could hear his own labored breathing. But he’d promised to cover tonight’s shift, and he was a man …

Embrace

We’ve been on this road for 6 years now. It is no longer that dark, scary trail, with unpleasant surprises at every turn. No, the road is much easier now, with beautiful vistas and stunning foliage. Most days, we don’t even notice the uphill climb or how we still keep …

Holy Matrimony

That morning was just like any other. She looked at her clock and chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully. Less than 10 minutes and she still had so much to do. This was supposed to be her big day. The day she’d been dreaming about since she was a little …

Raison d’etre

I loved running as a little girl.Till I was almost 12; I was one of the faster kids in my school. Possibly even the fastest. I ran during recess; I ran in the hallways (can you tell my teachers hated me?), I ran when I was late to class and …

Big Girls Cry

Some days, acceptance is hard. So horribly hard. Not just autism acceptance. But just acceptance of everything that has been put on your plate. You know all the hope-filled mantras you chant to yourself. And you know how strong your faith is — both in your children and in yourself. …

Goodnight…

“Mommy, I’m scared.” “Oh Jonathan, not again. We talked about this, remember? You need to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow with the field trip.” “But”… “Trust me on this honey. I promise you. There are no such things as monsters.” “Ok, mommy. You really promise?” “I do, baby.” …

Let it go.

When I think back to my childhood, I often go through a quick mental Rolodex of half blurry images — carnival music, the ocean, playing with my cousin, grandma’s food, reading with my mom, my sister tugging on my sleeve. And then somehow, those memories creep into view. Kids laughing …