Years ago, I worked as a nursing assistant in a long-term care facility, a job I loved. Every night, I had 28 residents to feed, bathe, and get to bed. A few of them would wake up during the night, usually about 2:00 or 3:00 a.m.
I’d ask a question or two, and listen to their stories.
My husband and I had just separated. He came up on weekends to see the children. He didn’t want to spend money on a hotel, so I prepped meals and worked double shifts all weekend. He refused to give up his girlfriend, and…
We started off the marriage with good intentions.
We wanted a house with a yard, to raise our 1.5 children (a three year old and one on the way), but couldn’t afford anything close to Manhattan. We decided to adapt, and expand our search. I’d freelance from home, and my husband would handle a longer commute.
We looked for months. Finally, I found a house we could afford. “But it’s two hours away,” I worried.
My husband decided he’d stay with his parents during the week and come up on weekends. Remembering how his mother had bragged about breaking up…
My husband and I were in Las Vegas, where my sister-in-law was dying of lung cancer. We’d responded to an anguished phone call from her daughter, asking for help. Hopefully, my sister-in-law might have a couple of months yet. We booked a one-way ticket to Nevada, planning to be there for the duration.
With that in mind, I’d arranged for my other children to keep an eye on their nonverbal younger brother, in his Westchester County group home. He had a busy life, between Day Hab, volunteer jobs, trips to the gym, regular swimming classes and community events. …
Think You Can Stop Parents From Advocating For Their Children? Unlikely.
Let’s speak out against injustice, while we still can, loudly and often. Because there are bullies in state legislatures, and in Congress, trying to take that right away from us.
It’s a civil right, guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution, which still stands, for now. I use it pretty frequently. Mostly, because I have an adult child with developmental disabilities residing in a New York State group home.
Like other parents, I learned long ago that those who can’t speak, like my son Joe, need advocates to speak for them…
When Kind Friends Set Us On The Path To Healing, And Something More
Khesed, as explained by Jon Collins and Tim Mackie in the Bible Project, is basically a generous and loving person who keeps his (or her) promises. That definition is one our limited human understanding can grasp. Someone who’s kind, keeps their word.
But khesed is so much more, and mostly, it’s not about us at all. Once we realize that, it takes a lot of the pressure off.
For the past twenty-three years, I’ve been listening to the Lord and writing down what I hear. I was…
I’d usually sign up for another stab at online dating as Valentine’s Day approached. I tried ignoring the day, but advertisers were relentless. I’d stop by the drugstore on the 15th and pick up some 50% off chocolates. Still-fresh, and half the price? That was something to celebrate.
The first few times I ventured into online dating, I tried writing what I thought guys wanted to hear. Rookie mistake, on any dating site. Fibbing can certainly land you some interesting dates, but it’s not likely to generate a deep, lasting relationship. …
And A Host Of Angels Drove Me Home
Sleep deprivation can do funny things. Recently, I learned, it leaves you open to divine intervention. According to my own personal theory, exhaustion removes the barriers we put up against the unknown.
I was a single mom, working full-time and raising five children, with a long commute between work and home. My narcissist husband and I were separated and going through a nasty divorce. A good night’s sleep was something I longed for but seldom achieved.
Climbing into my car every night, I felt isolated from the world. It was easy to…
Down-To-Earth, Practical Tips For Rebuilding Your Self Image, And Your Life
I’ve written about surviving a miserable childhood: bullying, gaslighting, scapegoating. Whatever you want to call it, it wasn’t pretty. It took me a really long time to regain a sense of self and even respond with love to those people. To understand why they acted that way.
I wasn’t trying to excuse their behavior, just to gain perspective. So I could get on with my life instead of constantly ruminating on the past.
Being a slow learner, I made some costly mistakes along the way.
My first husband turned…
Do you share a home office space? Have you had to defend your territory, especially if your job requires a lot of video meetings? Or have the two of you worked out an equitable arrangement?
When we moved into our new house, my husband and I decided to share office space, for a bunch of perfectly good reasons.
First, it’s a really big room.
Before I remarried, five years ago, my office was the walk-in closet in my old house’s master bedroom. It had a window because at one time it was my son’s nursery bedroom, but it’s a super-tiny…
This is how a typical conversation goes, when my nonverbal son, (who is diagnosed with autism and Down Syndrome), needs to go to the dentist:
Me: “He needs sedation prior to getting a cleaning or x-rays.”
Them: “Oh, we don’t do that here.”
“Seriously?” (I’m trying to be polite) “You advertise sedation dentistry, right on your website.”
“Well, for some people. But not for your son.”
“He might need an extraction. You’ve got an oral surgeon. When I had a molar extracted, the dentist just gave me a shot and took care of it, right there.”
“Right. But for your…