Ding Dong: He has Autism, Ding Dong: The Witch is Dead

Ding Dong: He has Autism, Ding Dong: The Witch is Dead

Ding dong. What do you SAAAAAAAAY??

 

Ding dong. He’s nonverbal. He’s autistic.

 

Ding dong. He can’t talk. He won’t say it.

 

Ding dong. Sorry, he just wants to come in your house, he doesn’t understand why everyone keeps closing the door.

I’ll Wait For You Like a Stone

I’ll Wait For You Like a Stone

When I was little, I’d turn over stones to see the wriggling worms and ants teeming just under the surface. It became an obsession: stone pavers, garden stones, smooth or cracked, colorful or dull, sparkly or pitted, each stone carried the potential of having an entire ecosystem hidden underneath. And I thought I was the luckiest girl alive to know this little secret.

FORMING AN AUTISM POWER POSSE: Taking on The Koyosegi Puzzle Box

FORMING AN AUTISM POWER POSSE: Taking on The Koyosegi Puzzle Box

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When Phoenyx didn’t respond to his name at one, I waited. 
At two, when he wouldn’t look into my eyes while I held him, I asked questions.
At three, when he managed to sneak out of the house and was found alongside the highway, I realized this was actually a life-or-death situation.

Little Mystic

Little Mystic

Our children are born "seeing," empathic, and curious. And sometimes mothers find their ability to see again after giving birth. 

 

And some of us feel like: Who am I to teach and nurture this perfect being? Who am I to be a mother? How can I raise another being if I can't even control my carb intake?

The High Priestess

The High Priestess

The High Priestess is not the ice queen you think she might be. She’s the girlfriend you video chat while ugly crying that your D&C is scheduled for tomorrow and you’ll never be a mother, or who you text the pics where your toddler puked mac ‘n cheese on your curtains, or Jackson pollock-ed the bedroom door with his own shit, or other various and sundry bodily fluids that ended up on your faux-adult possessions that you still haven’t even finished paying off of your credit card.
LOVE YOURSELF, NO REALLY

LOVE YOURSELF, NO REALLY

This is me, my body, after twins and a total of four children in four years. When I started The Pine Torch, I was nearly 290 pounds with babies, a business that I had built choosing to spend my last $250 on baby food or a heat press, a full-time job, and facing absolute failure. I was literally pumping every last ounce of energy and hope out of my body. While fighting about who was a worse parent, my 2.5-year-old escaped through the garage and was found running alongside the highway. That is the day I decided I was done. I would quiet the noise and love myself...no really. All of myself. I would find a way to provide for my children. I would lose the excess weight. I would be the mother my kids needed. Today.