Last night at 8:17pm, my son hollared “DAMN IT” and slammed his door. Right before that we replied, “Oh, no! So sorry! No. We forgot.” And right before that he asked if we remem...
Dear Diary, Does it mean something nefarious if you end 2020 by waking up to a dead bird in your bed? Like, if the morning gifts you a deceased flying creature, is that a portent of things...
Last night was Halloween, and it was weird for us. For the first time in 22 years, we took no children trick-or-treating. The combination of COVID days and mental health and older kids who don�...
This is Abby (the human) and Lulu (the dog). That pic is from 3 months ago, which means Lulu is now 45x bigger. He is not a labradoodle, after all. He is either a small, black bear, or a...
Dear Diary, Welp, we knew it was coming… or not coming as the case may be… but Abby and Chandler’s wedding wasn’t last weekend. Like brides and grooms everywhere, these are St...
Dear Diary, Today was our annual meeting in cooperation with Ian, his social worker, and his care provider to write and edit his Individual Support Plan (ISP) and update the detailed re...