XX Year Anniversary of XXIX

I woke up to that awesome "wall of guitars" this morning.  I was intrigued, yet slightly annoyed, that someone was in my bedroom playing a hauntingly echoing version of Metallica's "Enter Sandman" while I slept.  Then I remembered that I had changed my ringtone on my cellphone the other day.  So I pulled my phone…

Anticipation

I dropped her off two weeks ago yesterday.  She left the next morning with her aunt and uncle and cousins.  They were heading west to meet my parents at the halfway point between their house and ours.  That's not a quick road trip when you live in Texas.  They all had lunch together and stretched…

Welcome Home, Hero. Rest in Peace.

This was not the first military funeral I had attended.  It was the first time I'd been to any funeral that took place 76 years after the deceased had died.  This young man, a kid the same age as my third of five children, has finally made it home to be put to rest with…

It’s NOT a Tantrum

Walking through a supermarket, the severely Autistic person wears gun-range headphones to help block excess noise to protect her highly sensitive hearing from the overwhelming barrage of clanking, banging, muzak, baby cries, squeaky buggy wheels and blips and bloops from cash registers. A woman getting over a cold coughs into her elbow, and the Autistic…

Triggers

I have seen the Stanford yearbook photo of the convicted rapist whose father feels he is being punished too severely for "20 minutes of action" with an unconscious, young woman behind a dumpster. My stomach turns and I fight the nausea that comes in waves along with the memories of fear and disbelief and shock…