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The Boat
Lining up, bag in hand.  It’s our Sunday night ritual in the summer. We catch the 6:15 boat from Nantucket and head home. The boat workers have come to know us. They’ve watched Sam grow up. They make small accommodations for him that makes it easier for Sam...

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Flying Away
I always have a nest or two of baby birds at my front door. I wait expectantly each spring to see who my new neighbors might be. A robin or a wren? Maybe a finch. No matter the breed. I catch a glimpse of the nest and count the eggs. I marvel the day the li...

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A little story abut candles in our world.

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What to do about the candles
Think of this as a Throw Back Thursday with a modern day twist. Many years ago we were invited to a late spring get together in Princeton. Though it was an evening event, Sam was included. We drove to the home and the front yard was lit with votive candles ...

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Thoughts from the summer.

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Learning to bend
We were in the company of a young man around Sam’s age one day
this summer. We didn’t know his story – our paths were only destined to cross
that one time.   At first glance it appeared
his skill set was more advanced than Sam’s – he had the gift of languag...

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The blue sneakers
has historically preferred the familiar to the new. When it came to people, he
rarely noticed those outside his inner, trusted circle.  In the last few weeks, however, something has changed. For reasons unknown to me, Sam has become interested in

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Thoughts of tomorrow
Today we made a morning stop at the blood lab to check all Sam's levels because his seizures persist. We're trying to figure out the culprit - low sodium levels caused by one of the meds or perhaps he isn't at a therapeutic dose for the new medication. Or m...

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Finding the joy
One of my father's favorite songs was "I have but one heart" I never knew why. I really never thought to ask. He liked so many songs. My earliest memories are of Sunday mornings with the record player booming. No religious hymns for my father. It was Eddy A...
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