Checking In

I’ve been sick. Not THE sick, but sick.

When I first started coughing, I went to a “quickie mart” in the mall across from the hotel and bought chips, chocolate, water, cough drops, and a thermometer. The man at the register asked, “Are you panic buying?” I didn’t quite understand him at first, so I replied with a little nervous laugh. He went on, “Everyone is panic buying…they have bought all of the sanitizer and alcohol.” Finally, I understood him. “Ah,” I said, flustered but trying to look cool, “As long as there’s still whisky, we’ll be alright.” When I

Our Story of Down Syndrome: The Short Version

For the first 21 years or so of Marcus’ life, 

“Down syndrome” didn’t really come up,

and I kept our privacy setting as restricted. Not that I was hiding, I just wasn’t sharing. Why? Well, one reason is because most of those years were pretty, how shall I say this?

Boring.

Not to me, you understand. But to an outsider. Seriously. What exactly is so exciting about going to work and going to school and living in Middle America? Not the stuff of reality TV programming. And I was

I see the light in the little things

Five Little Things

Marcus laughing on cue as a customer

I love it when Marcus laughs a certain deep catching his breath kind of laugh that pretty much only Quinn can inspire in him. That’s the best sound. 

I love it when my nephews are glad to see me and want to tell me the cool things they’ve learned or ideas they have. That’s the best feeling. 

I love it when a colleague has an idea and our team reacts ready to try it and/or celebrate it. That’s the best

Measuring the Year

“Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?”

 

I measure in lessons, in losses, in failures, in wins, and of course, in words. Each of these are compiled in spreadsheets (as I force the abstract into quantifiable cells) and many bits shared right here, under the public eye. Hmm, the public forum. For those of you following along, you may recall the first post of 2019 began:

Oh. My. God. This effing January.

So, there’s that.

I didn’t “triumph” over 2019, like my public facing plan. And for 2020, I’m still

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