How Could Anyone
HOW COULD ANYONE For World Down Syndrome Day 2019 When this song by Libby Roderick played for me randomly on my iPhone, I was transported back momentarily to the … Continue reading
“Not joining us. Too bad.”
I love to discover and hear the authentic blossoming of words from Keith. When asked to join us for a family lunch today, he asserted confidently, “Not joining us. Too … Continue reading
“What eat? I buy.”
I must log this down before this moment of preciousness escapes me. Last week when Aunty Amanda came to work with Mommy, Keith was understanding and supporting the significance of … Continue reading
“I don’t like this vegetable.”
I had heaped a pile of cabbage on his plate and he spoke in an amazing full sentence of valid protest, “I don’t like this vegetable.” How could I not … Continue reading
“I think (of) Mommy.”
Keith pointed to his temple and said, “I think”, and he pointed to me and continued, “Mommy”. Because I had been away, and he wanted me to know he had … Continue reading
“I can’t because it is nighttime.”
This is one of the most beautiful sentences I can ever imagine hearing. I had returned from a work trip and it was bedtime. I asked Keith if he would … Continue reading
erasing
“erasing” For Vashima Goyal, who clarified for me my veil regarding my journal documentation and my art, with so much focus, loving intent, commitment, scrutiny, gentleness and grace for my … Continue reading
