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Tag Archives: Speech Delay
Poems and Prayers
In October 2010, the City of Livermore hosted an Ekphrasis Event in which it asked writers to view local artwork and submit poetry that responded to it. I fell in love with one of the pieces: Autumn Soul by the … Continue reading
Posted in Autism, My Life
Tagged Autism, Food, Milestones, Poetry, Speech Delay, Therapy, Unplanned Life, Writing Life
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Questions
I wrote last week that I have fallow periods in my writing life. I think the same is true with my daughter Katie. Sometimes she has fallow periods where nothing seems to be happening, and then BAM, she makes a … Continue reading
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Tagged Advocacy, Autism, Family, IEPs, Milestones, Speech Delay, Unplanned Life
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Milestones
The other night, when I was putting my daughter to bed, she asked for the blue dolphin. I had no idea what Katie wanted, but her words were crystal clear, so I praised her as the speech therapists trained me … Continue reading
The Best of Times … And the Worst
From the outset, my daughter was a gorgeous, easy baby. She gurgled contentedly in her bouncy seat and slept through the night at four weeks. I stared into her blue eyes and she was dazzling as the sun. My husband … Continue reading
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Tagged Autism, Depression, Diagnosis, Milestones, Speech Delay, Unplanned Life
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Thoughts on “Quiet Hands”
Despite what the New York Times and other critics say about memoir, I happen to love the genre—and not just because I write it myself. I love memoir because it grants me temporary access into someone else’s head. I learn … Continue reading →