Well, It’s Like This

Hi Quirky followers!

An announcement and a request – I’m making a change and would love for you to join me.

I’ve been writing on and off here on Stay Quirky, My Friends since April 2012, and it has been so valuable to me. 

But lately, I’ve been reducing my time on social media and online in general, and that has been hugely valuable to me as well. 

I’m forever grateful that you’ve liked reading my posts over these past almost 9 years (?!), because writing them has helped me connect with and understand my kid in a myriad of ways.

It’s why I come back to this space even after going silent for weeks or months at a time.

I still have things to write (and tell you) about what life is like over here…but I’m feeling the need to change things up.

So, beginning in March 2021, I will be trying out a new platform for my writing on Substack. It’s an email-newsletter service that will allow me to get out from under online ads, WordPress complications, Facebook algorithms, clicks and hashtags – and just simply write to you.

If you want to follow my writing, you can subscribe here, for free. You’ll get an email from me every couple of weeks (hopefully!). Or, if you’d rather not subscribe, you can follow along (and comment) on my Substack page: itslikethis.substack.com.

I’m not sure how this is all going to work yet.

But my plan is to launch “It’s Like This” in early March and get into a regular groove of posting something about what it’s like around here every other week. 

This Quirky page (and its corresponding FB Page) will stay up for a while until I figure out how best to archive it – but I won’t be posting any new content here. 

So, please consider subscribing to my emails on Substack to read my latest ramblings! 

Hopefully, I’ll see you there!

Thanks!

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The Work of Empathy (Or How I Use that Theatre Degree)

I’m not saying I’m a better mother because I played one in a high school production of Our Town.

But that’s almost the truth.

Bear with me for a backstory, and I’ll try to explain.


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When I auditioned for Our Town at my high school in the fall of 1988, I had just returned from a summer intensive theatre & dance program, part of the National High School Institute at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois.
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Safe Passage, Revisited

I’ve made a new commitment to post regularly on this blog. 

It helps me to reflect on this whole “parenting a young man with autism” thing and to try to put into words what life is like around here. It doesn’t have to be pretty or perfectly phrased. It just needs to be written and posted.

I know this commitment will be hard to meet some weeks. When my son is having a rough time, I don’t feel much like writing. Or I suppose it’s more that I don’t feel much like sharing. 

But I’m hoping that even when it’s been “one of those weeks,” as it has, I’ll still find a way to keep this blog active. 

Today, it’s appropriate to focus on gratitude with the Thanksgiving holiday approaching, and with that, I’m grateful that I wrote this post five years ago so I can cheat a little bit and re-post it. 

A lot has changed in five years (from 13 to 18, wow, yes, there are changes), but the feelings described in this post remain true. Five years on, it’s more important than ever that we have family, friends, teachers, and others who support my son in the ways they do.  Read More

For What It’s Worth

So here it is February, and this is my first post of 2016.

That pretty much sums up life in this house lately.

Things have been so erratic and unpredictable around here, it’s hard to be an effective parent, much less write about it with any semblance of order or theme. Every day seems to bounce in a different direction than originally projected. When sleep is disturbed and his anxiety is high, I expect the worst; yet he laughs on through. Then, a day begins well enough for me to envision smooth sailing; yet by evening we’ve crashed and burned.

I’m finding it more and more difficult to write as a parent-blogger. I don’t write fast enough to keep up with the variations. I might start a post in the morning, and before it’s polished, the mood, the atmosphere, the energy has changed and whatever I thought I was going to say no longer feels authentic.

But this volatility is all authentic. This is what it feels like to parent this kid right now.

I have another draft almost ready to go, it’s just a short little nothing piece. An exercise to get back in the habit of writing, which I’ve been trying to do since the New Year began. But the winds shifted before that draft was ready to post, and now it may have to wait. Or join the others in the virtual scrap heap. It just doesn’t feel true at the moment.Death_to_stock_communicate_hands_2 Read More