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 You know how when you look at your Facebook page, memories appear?  Well it happens on my blog page too.  And it’s crazy to re-read about so many different times in my life.  Today’s memories were about a fight almost breaking out at a Billy Joel Concert and about driving to my father in law’s funeral.  (Clearly not the same years)  As I was thinking  about what I wanted to write about today, I’m thinking about how one day; it will come up as a memory.  And that’s kind of life, isn’t it? Giant memories. What stresses me out today (restless leg which I cannot seem to rid no matter what remedies I try)  What angsts and joys I have all in the same breath (my kids are going to be juniors and seniors in high school tomorrow. Big massive years for both) And what makes me want to cry as I write…(that my medically fragile oldest child, who spent years and years of his life in and out of therapies and DR appointments, is now driving a car and applying to colleges and doing his own laundry and

Ive been feeling a bit out of body lately.  Not sure why. You know what I mean by that? Not like a high on drugs out of body. Like how you feel your days just pass you by but you’re not really present out of body. Maybe it’s end of summer blues. Or just me being melancholy. But have been down on myself this week and I hate the funk.  I have been reading a book our college coach recommended  to read;  “Taking flight. College for students with disabilities, diverse learners and their families” by Perry LaRoque PHd.  An amazing read even if you don’t have a kid going off with disabilities. Some wise advice.  For example ; he writes, “Screw normal”. Yes!  First of all- who determines normal? The cool kids? The cool kids are probably 10% of the population.  (Nothing against your cool kids). (I’m sure they are amazing) But so are the non cool kids. The kids with dyslexia and who wear thick glasses. The kids who talk differently. Wear bowties to school. Wear their hair in a dark shade of purp

“80 students potentially exposed to COVID after a parent sent their sick (infected ) kid to school”. I want to scream. People- have we learned nothing?! I know we’ve had it. We are exhausted - we want our kids in school. But just asking- at what cost are you willing to get there? And do you have no regard for others? Thankfully this district had required masks in school so we shall see how many actually get sick but for the love of god parents- do the right thing here! I get that many people are not happy with the mandated masks. But I leave you with this… My mom died from Covid in April,2020. A month after it was officially called a pandemic. I stood alongside my husband at her funeral (just us; due to COVID regulations at the time) and read this as part of her eulogy … “TO date, we have 24,000 deaths due to COVID….” If I was reading today I would say “16 months later we are at over 600,000” Is it not time to start believing this is real and the only thing that is going to cure this a

 Ive been feeling a bit out of body lately. Not sure why. You know what I mean by that?  Not like a high on drugs out of body. Like how you feel your days just pass you by but you’re not really present out of body. Maybe it’s end of summer blues. Or just me being melancholy. But have been down on myself this week and I hate the funk. I have been reading a book our college coach recommended  to read and one stuck out to me  “Taking flight. College for students with disabilities, diverse learners and their families” by Perry LaRoque PHd.  An amazing read even if you don’t have a kid going off with disabilities.  Some wise advice.  For example ; he writes, “Screw normal”. Yes!  First of all- who determines normal?  The cool kids?  The cool kids are probably 10% of the population.  (Nothing against your cool kids). (I’m sure they are amazing) But so are the non cool kids. The kids in with dyslexia and who wear thick glasses. The kids who talk differently. Wear bowties to school. Wear the