“Help” – My Four Letter Word

After thirty minutes of waiting for the tow truck I decided it was time for an inventory of all the things I had to be thankful for.  The first was that I hadn’t had an accident.  You would have thought I had. My neck was stiff from battling with the car. The problem I was having happened once before.  I’d managed to get the car going then, but not this time.  The second was that it wasn’t dark like the first incident.  The third – it wasn’t snowing.  Snow would

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Michael- Our Very Own Archangel

There’s a penny that sat for months just inside my neighbor Kelly’s front door.  I don’t think it was there before her son Michael died.  I wondered many times when I would visit if it was his but I never asked.  It screamed at me from the foyer table “Pick me up!” but I knew better.  It wasn’t my penny to take.  When I told Kelly I liked her penny she gave me one of her sweet smiles and said, “Me too.”  She knew I understood it held some significance

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Eyes to See

When I got sick, the dog got sick as well and the car had to go in the shop. All this was happening the day before we were scheduled to leave for Seattle. I began to wonder if the rare Thanksgiving trip we’d planned was actually meant to be. Before my head hit the pillow I double checked my alarm that was armed to go off in a few hours. I was simultaneously relieved and exhausted. It would all be worth it for the boys to visit with family we

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MRI’d

It would be nice to have a glamorous explanation for my knee problem. When the doctor looked at the x-ray and asked me how I’d injured it I didn’t have an answer. “You’ve hurt your knee do you remember when? Nothing comes to mind other than maybe cheerleading,” I said wincing. The pain from all his poking and prodding was beginning to overshadow my bruised ego. Jumping off the top of a human pyramid under the goal post now felt like a stupid way to climb the social ladder in

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A Best Friend for Eric

I have a new penny friend whose name is Eric and boy is he a cutie!  With curly hair, big brown eyes, and a smile from ear to ear he’s hard to resist.  He loves animals, has a fantastic imagination, and makes things – cool things just like my son Chase.  In fact, in more ways than one he reminds me of Chase.  Beyond all their similar interests Eric and Chase are not just both artistic but autistic as well.  In my book, that makes Eric a kid I already

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Paradigms and Pair-A-Dimes

A parent’s life involves a lot of waiting. After eighteen years on the job you’d think I would have a great deal of patience, but I don’t. When my boys were little and going to three different kinds of therapies each, to address issues associated with autism, I spent hours in waiting rooms. After several years I felt like a professional “wait” lifter. I could bench press a stack of “waits” three appointments deep. I grew to be a lean, mean, waiting machine. Like any workout routine it got old,

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Brace Yourself

Summertime is not all fun and games around our house it’s also appointment time.  Since both boys get frustrated missing school even for an excused absence we try to take care of all the necessary medical appointments during the summer.  This is a nice problem to have so I try not to complain even when it gets a little nerve wracking with Chase.  The joke I make is that you could hit Luke over the head with a bat, ask him if it hurts and he’d say no I’m fine. 

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Shop ‘Til You Smile

It’s Sunday which means I’m going to run into my friend Kris at Safeway. She’ll have her list, I’ll have mine, and with a hint of sarcasm we’ll greet each other with, “Here we are again.” When we see each other at Starbucks we’re always in a better mood knowing that soon caffeine will cure all that ails us. Run into each other on the produce aisle and we’re both a little cranky. Our joke is that we wouldn’t ever see each other, if our pantries didn’t need stocking. This

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Daylight Saving

Changing the clocks in my house is no small task when Daylight Savings rolls around.  I could blame the lengthy effort on a big house but the real issue is that I’m a clock watcher.  I don’t like admitting that between watches and clocks today, I set 28 different time keepers.  To put that shocking number in perspective four of the clocks are timers on things like thermostats and ovens. Others are alarm clocks in bedrooms and several are decorative.  One is an antique.  Ten are watches and most of those were gifts. It’s been

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Repair Men

There’s been a conspiracy underfoot amongst everything mechanical in my home for a year now.  The siege began with gunshots in the middle of the night.  I looked outside for the trouble but all was quiet.  In the morning, while making breakfast, I launched a pancake mid-flip when the shots rang out again.  Fully awake, I recognized they were coming through the chimney which sits over central command (the basement) in our house.  I flew downstairs to investigate but could see no sign of foul play.  The HVAC people came and found nothing either but the

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