Category Archives: Tweens

I’ve got Baby Rabies.

Every once in a blue (totally hormone-driven) moon, I get a yen for a baby.  Any baby.  Boy baby, girl baby, black baby, white baby, green baby..don’t care.  Want one.  These little sojourns down memory lane never last very long, but I’m always surprised by their brute force and abruptness.  I am aware that it’s my […]

Forget winter, the teen years are coming.

Child number 2 was born in 2002, right here in Bangor.  She was the happiest baby and toddler…charming, grinning, curious and a total hug-a-bug.  Girly-girl…always wanting a stack of bracelets, a swath of necklaces, every scarf I owned and had been introduced to french Vogue by her Auntie.  By the time she was 8 she […]

To my forever child on the eve of her 18th birthday.

18 years ago tonight, I was almost a week overdue.  She was due on June 28, but that day came and went with no signs of her wanting to make an outside appearance.  At my weekly appointment a few days earlier, my OBGYN said it rather plainly.  “The holiday weekend is coming up and I’m […]

Will we be able to stay in Maine?

A few days ago, Dawn Gagnon wrote an article for the Bangor Daily News about a family with a 19 year old autistic son named Michael.  Michael, like my daughter Hallee, is autistic.  Michael’s parents are moving out of Maine in order to provide their son with the support and opportunities he needs that aren’t available […]

I had my child served with legal documents.

Did she break the law?  Join a biker gang and shoot up a parking lot down in Texas?  Leave wet towels on the floor too many times?  Nope, nothing like that.  She’s just turning 18 next month.  When you have a child with severe special needs and said kiddo turns 18 and becomes a legal adult in […]

Hairless legs, oral surgeons and the joys of Armpit Night.

Being the mom of teen and  ‘tween girls, even without the autism factor thrown in there, can be enough to make a grown woman cry trying.  There are days, like today, where all of life’s little stresses all pig-pile on top of each other and you have two choices.  You can either laugh, or you […]