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Aleisha McDaniel
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Car Conversations and Basic Invite!
Our best conversations usually take place in the car. It was a pretty typical winter's day--the air was cold, the snow was deep, and gray clouds loomed over the valley. We were running lots of mundane errands together, trying to make it fun by singing along...

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Lemons, Lemons, Lemons!
Sometimes life hands you lemons. Big lemons. Small lemons. "Year-round-school" and "oh-my-gosh-my-kids-are-off-track" lemons. Sour lemons. Really, really sour lemons. Two lemons. Two hundred lemons. One important thing I have learned about lemons (in the VE...

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PHENOMENAL!
Lately, Camren has been incorporating the word phenomenal into his vernacular. It has been a delightful experience, watching him attempt to use it in hilarious and random ways. He uses the word to describe mundane tasks and seemingly unimportant events. For...

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Apple Pie Prayers
I ate apple pie for breakfast. I suppose I justified it by telling myself all kinds of silly trifles, like: "An apple is a fruit, Leish, so this is actually healthy." And, "Life is short, so just eat the pie. It's really not a big deal..." But in actuality,...

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Bridget and Lambs and DI...OH MY!
I suppose it was my friend McKenzie who inspired my idea for Bridget's Halloween costume. We were at a social media conference--enjoying turkey sandwiches and eclairs at the lunchtime break--when we started talking about our kids. Eventually the topic of Br...

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Sometimes There is Wind, and Sometimes it Blows!
I live in a windy city. Photo by Pit Hermann Not THE windy city, mind you, with Cubs and hotdogs and architecturally impressive structures... Just A windy city, with constant airflow that either ruffles my hair or sends my small, yellow flower pots flying. ...

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Letting Go of Perfect
I remember what it was like to attend church as a child. After a large, congregational meeting, the adults and the children would break into their assigned classes or groups and head to a designated room reserved for further spiritual edification. The class...

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A House; A Home
A dear friend of mine once said, "I like that whenever you talk about your house you call it your home." "What do you mean?," I asked. She replied: "I've noticed that you never call your house 'a house.' You always say 'home.' I think it's sweet." Say what?...

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The "Be Good" Bus
Autism looks like many things in my house... It looks like meltdowns and tantrums and tears. It looks like phone calls from the principal's office and citations from the bus driver. It looks like chocolate-brown eyes and gap-toothed grins. It looks as much ...

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Willing To Be Open
As the mother of an autistic son, I have been a member of the autism community for a little over three years. And in that time my eyes have been opened to the heartache of such a disorder. There are setbacks to overcome, there are mountains of adversity to ...
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