Dear Person Who Hurt My Child.

Dear Person Who Hurt My Child.

I’ve spent the last few days outlining an open letter to the person who hurt Jax. A real doozy of a piece, cleverly called “Dear Person Who Hurt My Child.” I was going to write and publish it this morning, throw it all out there and let the internet...
Flying School

Flying School

Today was Jax’s first day of summer school (ESY for you special education people). He hasn’t been in a school setting for about a year because some medical issues snowballed with his anxiety, which resulted in the school district sending a...
Monopoly

Monopoly

My son, Jax, is obsessed with Monopoly Junior. He thinks it is the best game ever invented, which let’s be honest, is slightly unfortunate for those of us around him. We play it after dinner, before breakfast, on the iPad. It’s a lot of Monopoly Junior. I feel like I...
What’s up, Time. Wanna Race?

What’s up, Time. Wanna Race?

Like I do every morning, I dropped off Jax at school today.  They have it down. You enter from the north, pull around to the back doors, school staff meet you at your car, “Bye, Have a Rockstar Day, Love you,” and off you drive out the west entrance. The...
Always Put the Good Stuff First.

Always Put the Good Stuff First.

New school year, new teacher, new parents meeting. “Tell me what I should know about your son,” asked his new teacher. I started in. Crazy energy, impulsive behavior, he can talk for 12 hours straight without taking a breath, has a tough time sitting...