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 …
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.
February 22, 2015 by whirlyjoy
She looked tiny under the sheets of her deathbed, this woman who for most of my life was a towering, outgoing and whirlwind presence, fully able to live up to the strong promise of the size-12 Irish peasant feet that carried her as she strode through her days.
November 6, 2014 by whirlyjoy
Even after I had consciously accepted that I would never hear Aida’s voice shaping anything other than low chirps and decibel-breaking shrieks, still I would dream vivid, lengthy, exhausting dreams, filled with the sound of Aida in speech.
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August 21, 2014 by whirlyjoy
Aida came back home last week to sleep over (“at Mom’s house”) for the first time since her move to …
April 6, 2014 by whirlyjoy
We have no guarantee that our kids, of any stripe, will be drawn to the same things we are, or to anything that our limited imaginations can come up with for them.
September 20, 2013 by whirlyjoy
Baby ducks are bright yellow with chubby orange beaks, aren’t they?