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How Superheroes Decompress: Respites & Shawarma (A Tribute to Volunteers)

    Confessions of a Respite Groupie Hello.  My name is Diane.  And I am a self-professed Respite Groupie.  If there’s a church respite event within a 45-minute radius of our home:  We.  Are.  There.  “Neither rain, nor sleet, nor dark of night…”  Whatever, man.  We are there.   It’s the only event I’m ever on…[READ MORE]


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On Motherhood, Meals & Mayhem | Mother’s Day 2014

    Breakfast of Chumpions One winter morning in 1988, I ran out the door on my way to school.  I was late, per usual, so I skipped breakfast.  High school seniors are too cool for breakfast anyway. My mother wasn’t having it.  She chased me out to my car in her pajamas, and pressed a half-eaten SKOR bar and Coke…[READ MORE]


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Faith through Disappointment – Part 1: ALCF Women’s Conference 2013

On October 5, 2013, I had the privilege of speaking at my church, Abundant Life Christian Fellowship in Mountain View, CA.  It was an honor to be part of the teaching team for the annual Women’s Conference, composed of keynote Dr. Gloria White-Hammond, and five fellow workshop speakers:  Each uniquely gifted and passionate about seeing women healed and…[READ MORE]


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Screwtape Screws with Autism: How To Ruin a Special Needs Family

        In homage to C.S. Lewis’ “Screwtape Letters,” How to effectively ruin a family affected by autism.   ***************************************     My Dear Wormwood, I understand you’ve been assigned to a special needs family for your next Patient. Autism, to be precise. Regrettably, I am dismayed at the Administration’s dismal appraisal of…[READ MORE]


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“I Can Never Die”

  Who Will Take Care Of My Child After I’m Gone?   Parents of “normal” children don’t have to worry about this.  It’s a given that children grow up to become independent, and go off to raise children of their own.  Not so for my family.  As a perennial, functionally five-year old, our autistic son…[READ MORE]


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Mother’s Day, Post Mortem

  The Day After All fanfare is done.  Restaurants recover from the busiest day of the year.  Florists sweep away forlorn bouquets that weren’t pretty enough to get picked.  Drugstores stash away the picked-over greeting cards.  Maybe they’ll get recycled next year. For many women, it may not have been a joyous day of celebration.  Perhaps…[READ MORE]


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