Writing the good read
While out doing errands today, I was listening to A Prairie Home Companion on KUOW, my local NPR station, when Garrison Keillor launched into his news from Lake Wobegon. He was talking about how people will like things despite common sense — like the love of the desert southwest in the summer even though you…
In my 49 years, I have gained some wisdom. Some, like don’t touch fire, came easily, if painfully. Others, such as daring the universe to laugh at you by speaking aloud the Always and Nevers of your belief system, I have learned only slowly and with much pain. For example, about 12 years ago, I…
I lost Saturday. I went to bed on Friday night, and when I couldn’t sleep, I read into the wee hours. I fell asleep at about 5:30 a.m. My intention was to get up around noon. When I first awoke, it was late afternoon, and I wasn’t able to get up. Darling Son always asks,…
And hating it anyway It’s been more than a decade since I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. It’s a disease that people often confuse with osteoarthritis because they both impact the joints and can lead to debilitating disability. And they both have the word arthritis in them. But my version is an autoimmune disease that…
Some days, I don’t know how to be a good parent. I have a nearly 13-year-old boy, on the verge of puberty, who already has surges of testosterone that make him difficult and mouthy and mean in a way that my sweet boy of yore never was before. And this boy is autistic. He has…