Sunday afternoon, our house. I am sacked out on the couch, vaguely paying attention to an NFL game in which my favorite team is about to fall to 0-5. I am exhausted from the trip with Ryan to Penn State from which we have just returned. Despite Michigan’s terrible, awful, no-good loss, I am riding […]Read more "Does There Always Have to Be a ‘But’?"
My great friend T. competed in the Ironman triathlon world championships in Kona, Hawaii Saturday. He earned his spot in the pinnacle of the sport by finishing with a qualifying time in another Ironman race (2.1-mile swim, 126-mile bike, and a full marathon) last year. It’s a feat of endurance, athleticism, strength and courage that […]Read more "Iron Man"
Hockey may be the main sport I discuss here on the blog, but if you’ve hung out here for a bit you might have picked up that I have a bit of a thing for college football. Not just any college football — Michigan football. Since the day my son was born, I dreamed of […]Read more "Hail to the Victor: Me"
Flexibility and autism don’t exactly go together. Like so many on the spectrum, Ryan is married to routine — in ways that both help and hinder him. Routine is comforting, and helps him navigate his days. Once the “new” becomes the “familiar,” anxiety levels visibly drop. Whatever is familiar is rarely a challenge for him. […]Read more "The Flexibility Games"
Ryan lost a tooth yesterday. We know this because he came up from watching TV in the basement during breakfast and announced “I lost a tooth.” Ever the literal child, Ryan’s pronouncement meant exactly what he said: He lost a tooth. As in, pulled it out of his mouth and misplaced it somewhere. Missing. Lost. […]Read more "He’s A Hockey Player"