1. Good and bad hair days

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    July 4, 2020 by whirlyjoy

    I’ve had the same hair stylist for almost as long as I’ve had my children. Back then when my stretch …
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  2. Let the pizza lead the way: adapting to circumstances

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    June 23, 2020 by whirlyjoy

    Stay home stay safe in a skinny townhouse is an exercise in mental gymnastics and physical navigation, with four full-sized …
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  3. Staying healthy in Seattle

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    March 8, 2020 by whirlyjoy

    While Seattle is steeped in COVID-19 panic, Aida’s focus remains laser-sharp on what matters most.

  4. Ma’am, I’m a wrestler

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    July 6, 2019 by whirlyjoy

    The firefighters drove up in their big red truck. No flashing lights or sirens blaring, but still an impressive entrance. …
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  5. Year of Wonder

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    January 7, 2018 by whirlyjoy

    This summer we officially joined our families by moving in together. We adopted the Wonder Dog to fulfill a promise and overcome some understandable teenage mutiny around sharing a smallish townhouse between four full-sized people.

  6. A Really Excellent Fantasy

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    December 1, 2017 by whirlyjoy

    My role then is simply to take awe and delight in watching these gorgeous people grow.

  7. Writing her own life

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    November 10, 2017 by whirlyjoy

    My Dragon Lover and I were sitting up in bed, watching the election results on Tuesday evening, when my iPhone …
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  8. Abuse in the form of a hamburger

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    November 3, 2017 by whirlyjoy

    This past summer we experienced one of those incidents with Aida’s supported living situation that I live in fear of …
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  9. Business casual and beyond

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    September 18, 2016 by whirlyjoy

    This year Aida has started a pre-vocational program as part of her school day. It’s in the mailroom of the district’s main …
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  10. Driving, driven, and staying the course

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    September 4, 2016 by whirlyjoy

    I kept waiting for someone, one of these many experts, to realize how very much in-over-my-head I was, how utterly ill-equipped and unsuited to this role of coordinating Aida’s care between a small jumble of barely overlapping spheres of expertise.