I’ve had this idea for a slice I want to write about mornings. I’ve started it a few times now. It’s supposed to be an easy piece that captures my favorite moment of the day. Brief. Sweet. The words need to skip across the page. Float. I see the piece like a butterfly, fluttering, airy,…
Ruth Ayres hosts a weekly celebration at her blog. I appreciate this invitation to reflect on the positives of my week. This week I’m celebrating my very favorite therapeutic parenting technique, outcrazying the crazy. It’s a technique I used a lot two or three years ago, but I haven’t used it recently. To be honest,…
Ruth Ayres hosts a weekly celebration on her blog. I appreciate this invitation to reflect on the positives of my week. I used to think parenting trauma was like playing Whack-a-Mole, the carnival game where moles pop up through holes and you’re supposed to pound them with a club. You frantically pound and pound as…
Ruth Ayres hosts a weekly celebration on her blog. I appreciate this invitation to reflect on the positives of my week. It all started with Carol’s Summer Bucket List. My son was playing video games, the ever-present video games, and I was catching up on some blog reading. I exclaimed out loud over Carol’s goals…
Trauma is the language I speak best. I didn’t know any of its vocabulary when my son came to me three and a half years ago. He spoke to me in his language, and I spoke to him in mine. His words sounded like the words of an Amharic native speaker learning English, but they…
