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Plus ça change…

Oh well hello, 2011. What? I’m two-and-a-half-weeks late, you say? (I know, you’re saying it gently, but I can hear you). Yeahhhh. The crazy thing is, I’ve been trying to stick my fingers to this keyboard for, um, about a month now, and it’s ONLY JUST HAPPENED. Seriously: they brushed up against it once in […]

On the Difficulty of Torch Passing

Liam’s tics have been getting worse. Not like all-of-a-sudden today kind of thing, but relentlessly, creepingly. There were whole years when we hardly noticed them. Long stretches when we were really the only ones who recognized a throat-clearing as a tic, or a foot tapping, or a neck craning. Stretches where teachers and family would […]

Whiplash

How is it that the other day, after one of my oldest boy’s good days, I was all, Ya Neuroleptics? NO WAY. Not for my kid. We’re going with meditation practice, a little consultation with a therapist, and maybe some light-touch healing, and we’ll ride out the next few years. Then yesterday?

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Not sure Emily drank as much Malbec as I do

Every now and then, you come crashing up against your own limits, your own edges, and sweetie, it ain’t pretty.

Saturday, with Rob away all weekend at a jazz festival in Pennsylvania, I decided to be Awesome Mama and take all three boys to the Royal Ontario Museum. The night before had been Rory’s 6th […]