From mom to drug dealing monster slayer.

pop slide toss swallow hope.   pop slide place swallow hope.   wrestle slide place swallow hope. Tiny red boots in a tube. My nightly routine of taking a low dose of anti-anxiety/depression medication always ends with hope. Hope that these little pills which feel a little magic  will sooth my mind and fortify my…

Take The Step

One of the hardest things to do is take that step. It’s true for all of us. At one point in our lives, each of us has to take a step that we are fearful of. Weary of. Unsure of where it will lead.  Curiously, for me, knowing exactly where it will lead is precisely…

Where are all the Autistic’s at?

A look at meetup and you’ll find thousands of groups for all kinds of interests and needs – some with 2 members, others with, again, thousands. Look up “Autism” and you’ll see seven. Seven groups each one oriented to Aspies, to families, and those you just can’t figure out. How is it that one of…

Sienna the Lama

Her first tooth was knocked on our the playground when she face-planted off the monkey bars. She cried more about not finding it in the dirt than having lost it.  Afterall, proof of tooth=$$. The gap in her mouth was proof enough, I said. “So you’ll give me money anyway?” “You mean the tooth fairy?”…

A thought to start your day

Recently I wrote a letter to a committee about funding. It’s not easy to write those letters. They force you to face a certain reality about your life that is sometimes hard to face. Your time matters to me, so I won’t waste it going on and on about how important it is to find…

Talk to your Girls

The trend in Awareness Raising brand messaging has been going strong. (if with debated success) for years. This 6 year old, and nevertheless equally profound (sadly), Dove “film” which is really an ad and a very savvy use of cause marketing sparked a thought when it suggested I “speak” to my girls before the media…

Million Dollar Babies. Nope, costs more than that.

In researching an article for ilovekiddeals.ca I came across a 2013 Fraser Institute study  that pegged the cost of raising a child at $3,000 to $4,000 a year (seriosuly?). Assuming as parents we raise kids only until the age of 18 (again, seriously?) means each child costs parents $72,000. This figure excludes housing and excludes…

Can someone tell me: is my daughter Autistic or does she have Autism?

If you think that as a person who isn’t touched by Autism, you aren’t sure how to describe it or whether you are being impolite or incorrect, rest assured, my kid has Autism and I’m as lost as you.

We noticed our two-and-a-half year old, Téa wasn’t reaching her 12 month milestones. By 16 months, with the trained eyes of parents to two other little ladies, we knew we needed to start asking deeper questions. Our journey took us to the mouth of a wolf called Creatine Transporter Disorder (CTD) that nearly devoured me whole and had me begging that the disorder was “just Autism”.

Eight months later and with CTD ruled out, and a tag of Autism formally affixed, I’ve come to think a lot definitions and meanings.

It’s likely you’ll meet some parents who are convinced it’s a condition to be cured, others who are adamant that its a way of being and there is nothing wrong with their child. As a new comer to this brave new world, I’m still unclear: is my daughter Autistic or does she have Autism?

It’s a subtle difference, yet, subtle can be very powerful.

A Mini Sib-Kit For Helping Kids Understand Autisic Siblings.

Téa’s eldest sister is a fireball. The kind of kid for whom you always need to be at your best and brightest because her questions, insights and observations rival those of thoughtful, intelligent people many times older than she is. She’s seven. So imagine. When we opened up the conversation about Autism at our house…

Warriors Among Us: Nelson Mandela.

Warriors are so because they don’t shrink back from the fire. They are young, old, sick, healthy, the apex of a cause or an engaged supporter. They are vocal and loud or quietly further an aim. They are among us, within many of us; and we honour them.

The Invitation

This morning I’d like to invite you to visit The Invitation with me. It’s a departure from what I typically write about and the words are not my own; but they might as well be. It is spoken straight from my heart. This poem was shared with me by Ketan Lakhani, a dear departed friend…