Category: This is Us
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Grace and Respect
I did not have a candidate in this election. Not from the beginning. Not in either major political party, and not in any of the 3rd party options. So I was never going to feel “great” waking up on this day. What I do feel is confused, and concerned, and a little bit sad. Because…
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OUR FAMILY. Real. Raw. Broken. Beautiful.
When I started We’re All A Little Broken, I was intentional about not using pictures or names of my family. Even though I am telling our story, I also know that this story could be that of so many other families. So I was intentional about not using our names or pictures. Now half a…
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The Power of a Plastic Cat
Today is my son’s 11th birthday. This past weekend we had a small party for him and 4 of his buddies. This was huge. For the past two years he has not wanted a party – too many people, too much unknown, too many potential triggers. His solution to avoiding all of that was opting…
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Enjoying the Journey
When I fill up my car with gas, the electronic display looks like this… When I filled up the gas tank on the car for the very first time a couple of years ago, I glanced at the display and read the word “empty” as “enjoy”. I thought to myself, “Oh how nice, the car…
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Out of Office
I am out of the office from 8/7/16 – 8/13/16 with no access to email or voicemail. If you need me you can find me here…
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Fighting Together
July is the least favorite month of the year for my husband and me – the double whammy of it being an extra busy time of year for both of us at work, combined with balancing kids on Summer break means we rarely see each other during daylight hours, and sometimes don’t have conversations that…
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Home…Real, Raw, Broken, Beautiful
14 years ago this month, we bought our first house. It was little, but on a decent sized corner lot. It was not in the “best” neighborhood, but in a really good, quiet neighborhood. It was a good house, and we planned to be in it for about 5 years. Today we signed the…
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Two Sides Of The Same Coin
Every once in awhile I am struck by the absolute paradox that is my son. Following the rough time he had on the 4th of July, we gave him a completely down day yesterday. He needed a day of quiet and relative solitude to recover. Toward the end of the day I asked him if he…
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To The Parent of My Son’s Friend
While our family support system is fairly vast, my son’s personal support system has shrunk as he struggles with anxiety, panic and depression. So we are exceedingly thankful for the kids who continue to make the effort to be his friend and to the parents who continue to open their homes to him. Yesterday he got a…
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I Hate That Red Wristband
This is our first full week of summer vacation. I wrote last week about how challenging the break would be this year – one kid at home trying to avoid anxiety and panic triggers, one kid at a different day camp each week, and me trying to balance both of them while also muddling through one of…
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