Following the “rules of blog” – I sometimes share moments from then (we have 27 years of material to choose from) and I share moments from now. If I leave you with a question in this down syndrome blog, feel free to ask it. If I leave you with a revelation, feel free to share it. If I post a general rant or big news that has nothing to do with Marcus, well, that’s the blogger’s prerogative.
Here are some blogs or subjects to start with. Or just scroll down for our most recent adventures!
I’ll bet this guy never worries about what he’s wearing.
Have you ever heard the phrase…“She’s really got to know who she is to wear an outfit like that!” Have you ever worn an outfit like that? I’ve seen them in the store and thought I wish I could wear that.
It’s not that it doesn’t fit. (Well, not always that.) It’s often more about the style or the color.
Who do you think you are?
Have you ever written a “Bio?” It’s hard! I have several. When presenting with Marcus there’s a different one than when I speak for business. When I write “for work” there’s a different bio than when I write for, well, me. How does that equate? I mean, I’m still me. In every situation, who I am hasn’t changed. Yet…
Hello Friends. Well, it’s May. Month five of 2020. Almost the halfway mark. What a doozie!
You know the old saying, “Man plans. God laughs.” Or, put another way:
In that post I explained: “This year we will be pushing the boundaries (again) of what is “expected.” Some of it will be about growth, some will be about making the most of, or making the best of, the harder bits of life.”
What I meant when I chose that word was “In
It’s Sunday. The day I write and the day I cook. I aggressively try to protect these two rituals.
To me: Food is love. Food is survival. Food is creative art. Food is budgeted. Food is reward. Food is comfort. Food is control.
I plan menus with care, choose foods that nourish, fill, and treat. Over the years Quinn’s dietary needs, restrictions, and requests have changed widely, and expanded my cooking knowledge and range. My food restrictions have changed too. Marcus’ tastes have expanded rather than the opposite, so that’s a bonus.
In these last two months of weirdness, cooking is about the only worthwhile home activity (outside of sleeping) that I’ve accomplished. Truth be told, I’ve leaned into it. As I said: Food is comfort. Food
Historically, and in my personal lifetime, when a catastrophic event (large or small scale) came, it often brought communities and families together. A commonality rose to the surface: humanity.
This is not one of those times.
The waves of this crisis divide us. Additionally, in this age of “technologically connected” the spotlight on just how divided blinds, enlightens, and devastates.
I’m tired. In some ways I feel like the sick I had at the beginning of March just won’t let go. It could also be because of seasonal allergies, my throat appears to be as allergic to spring as my soul.
It is spring, right? I hear it may snow tonight. However, I delivered some goodies to my nephews’ door this AM. I knew not hugging them would be…rough. I stood back. Then sent them pictures