Tag: special needs mom

Bee In My Bonnet

There’s a bunch of local news stories this morning about the arraignment of the parents of a teenager who died in their home last May, almost a year ago. Apparently the kid was found emaciated and unresponsive by the Rescue Squad and died a few minutes later at age 17. The child had serious and… Continue reading Bee In My Bonnet

Touching Base

I really haven’t had a lot of time lately to feed my TV addiction. Between Dad’s visit and the fact that I’m working on a major piece of writing for work, I’ve barely squeezed in an episode or two of The Americans. In one scene I did watch last night, Gabriel, the “handler” of the… Continue reading Touching Base

I-Village

Yesterday turned into a beast of a day. I was emotional after doing my writing, and stirred up by its angry undertone and my recounting of the “ableist” responses to Sarah’s death. Anger is a hard emotion for me to wrestle with. Then later on yesterday I found a big cache of old photos and… Continue reading I-Village

The Ferryman

I loved logic puzzles and games when I was growing up. I liked to figure out how to get everyone from one side of the river bank to the other safely, or which of five friends must have been wearing the purple hat and red shoes, and so forth. I especially liked when there was… Continue reading The Ferryman

Doorknocking

Last summer, before Sarah died (B.S.D.), I was surfing the net catching up with various people in my life in my nosy way, and I Googled my law school ex-boyfriend. He was a dual JD/MD degree candidate and very serious about medical school, and I knew he ended up in the Midwest (at the most… Continue reading Doorknocking

Secret History

I know you’ve all probably been missing my TV recommendations and wondering what we’ve been watching. We did have to take a break from Gomorrah mid-Season 3 because while I had Covid I just couldn’t overcome my mental fog enough to focus on why Genny or Ciro were trying to kill each other in that… Continue reading Secret History

Clementine

Holidays can really hit differently after you lose a child. I usually think of Passover as the tale of the journey out of Egypt, and Moses receiving the Commandments, and of course evolving into a central figure in Judaism and gaining the movie idol status he now has. The holiday always struck me as upbeat… Continue reading Clementine

Dreamhouse

This morning on the BBC News an Australian kidnapper was sentenced to jail for abducting a little girl from a campsite and holding her hostage for some time before she was rescued from a locked bedroom in his house. I couldn’t help but briefly wonder if Sarah might not be found in this lair as… Continue reading Dreamhouse

Eye Can Fly

Last night I dreamed that I was invited to the final IEP meeting for Angela, the daughter of the We Speak PODD family, that I spoke of who passed away yesterday. It was held in an airplane flying through the clouds. My being there made about as much sense as any IEP meeting. If you… Continue reading Eye Can Fly

We Speak PODD

I’m determined to test negative today for COVID so I can go out grocery shopping and get stuff together for Passover. Which really disgusts me because I actually can’t stand those “mind over matter” memes and tropes about illness and disability. For example, there has been a lot of garbage lately about Jeremy Renner’s snowplow… Continue reading We Speak PODD