How My Child with Special Needs Made Me a Filmmaker

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When my son slept in the incubator in the NICU, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t straighten up due to the stitches in my abdomen. The delivery was an emergency c-section. My IV stood next to me like a shadow. I spent many hours there, waiting for my son to come home. …

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One Tomato at a Time, We Can Have It All

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We can have it all. The end of the summer harvest reminds us of the bounty; brings forth the fruits of our labor. A tomato as ripe and red calls out to be eaten, enjoyed, and relished. (Tomato relish?) Anyway, as I was saying…. The baskets overflow and show us …

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What is Heaven Made Of?

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As long as my son has been alive, our family lived under the crashing hell of violence. It’s over now. We’ve replaced hell with our crooked, little version of heaven. I helped my son swim today. I took him to soccer. He tapped the balls with his toes as the …

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Stop in Time

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No more time to be a shadow of one’s self. Too much time wasted on the going down the wrong way. Time to blow the lid off this thing. Life. Happens. Make it.

Flying Colors

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It is only a test. Life presents us with constant tests. The reaction we choose is the reality we create. There is no room for pity or despair, at every moment, we can choose again.

To The Back of the Bus

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The crowd streamed onto the bus. Everyone set for a day at the fair. “Where do you want the wheelchair?” I asked the driver. The bus was old, it didn’t have a wheelchair lift or space to sit. “Right here,” the driver said. “I’ll put it next to me.” We’d …

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A Storm has Never Lasted Forever

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Storms clear the air of what wasn’t working in our life. If we build the foundation before the winds blow with a strong sense of self, we shall sail through the wicked waves and come out shining on the other side.