Category Archives: good life
a blog post about a person with down syndrome
i had a dream last night about bloggers who write about their children with down syndrome. some are so famous online that you’d recognize them in public. in the dream i was walking by lake michigan and a mother had … Continue reading
unanswered prayers
my dad was back in the stacks and the snow wasn’t stopping outside. big, fat snowflakes falling themselves down on the lucky streets of ann arbor, michigan. i looked over and saw my husband considering yet another collection of words … Continue reading
shall i compare thee to a summer’s day?
that will shakespeare really knew what he was saying. “And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.” ain’t it the truth? i decided that summer is like one long day and by mid-july i knew that the evening was … Continue reading
april showers
there’s this part in the bible. i think it’s in the old testament somewhere. it’s god talking to his people. he says that when they get to the promise land, when they get everything they want – even more than … Continue reading
harry potter and true stories
we walked in a world created in one woman’s imagination. it was a real place. we heard languages from around the world spoken around, all of us lost in a shared reality that has come to mean so much to … Continue reading
october reminds me of summer
the summer was good. yes, i’m still thinking about summer. i still am processing that it’s over. we looked out the windows this morning and frost was holding fast to the top of the car, to the clover on the … Continue reading
closing papers and the letter of the law
“sign here and initial here.” there are many papers to be signed. we are buying a house, we are selling a house. the closer across the table has a wide smile and glasses halfway down her nose. “this paper just … Continue reading
what god thinks of down syndrome
this weekend held world down syndrome day within it. 3/21. if ever there was a reason to dust off the ol’ blog, this is it. a conversation with my dear friend, jamica, reminded me of what being mazzy’s mother has … Continue reading
ode to scott cairns’ ‘hesychasterion’
when i make our bed i will take a leafy branch and with it, smooth the sheets of softest green, down to wait until the day dims and we find one another again. when this daughter finds me writing in … Continue reading
after a while we took in the clothes
that damp on the arms of hanging clothes on the line. it is clean. the breeze that lifts that damp and the sun that dries it. a light-filled room if ever there was one. these days my moments are like laundered … Continue reading
