About an hour ago there was a quick knock on the door. I got up to answer it, but before I could get there, the person was knocking again harder…
“I don’t give an “F” what you say!” That’s the last thing my son Jake said to me as he stormed out the door this afternoon. Dealing with a moody…
Last year was the first year that my son Jake enjoyed school. He is 15. Jake has spent many years just tolerating school. He has several issues that have made…
Dreams are weird. There are of course the dreams we have at night and then the dreams we have for our lives or for the lives of our loved ones. I…
Things have changed. My life has changed. My family has changed. I discovered that I could not make a decent living just with my painting business (actually I think I could…
I love my son Jake – but sometimes he makes me so tired. And frustrated. And irritated. Like taking a picture of him. How many tries does it take to…
One of the reasons I moved to little “Podunk” Washtucna was to get my son Jake into a smaller school system. Jake has special needs that are especially bad at…
My son Asa is twenty years old – more a man than a boy. Of course, he will always be a little boy in my mind. Life with Asa has…
Jake wrote his first story today – all by himself!! I am so proud of him! H has been working so hard at school and it shows. I know that…
This is a picture of Jake taken when we were staying in a motel once. He had been jumping from bed to bed and fell off. Instead of deleting this…
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