by Shannon Popkin | Mar 12, 2012 | Uncategorized
It’s Yellow Ball Monday, and Fae has the ball:I went down to get something out of the garage today. My son followed me in, but when I went back into the house, he stayed in the garage. I stood in the doorway calling, “Come on! Come with Mommy.” But...
by Shannon Popkin | Mar 9, 2012 | Uncategorized
Once, when I brought Ken (who was then, my boyfriend) home with me, he stayed in my sister’s room. Mandee moved to a different bedroom and gave him her private little basement suite for the weekend. Periodically, if she needed something from her room, she would...
by Shannon Popkin | Mar 6, 2012 | Media, Roles, Teens
There’s this store in the mall that is so dark, I feel like I should really get a spelunking hat before I go in again. I have the hardest time reading the price tags. The regular prices are stamped in grayish ink, but when you get to the clearance section (which...
by Shannon Popkin | Mar 5, 2012 | Uncategorized
It’s Yellow Ball Monday, and Missy Hartwell has the ball:From age two, my son Michael has been mesmerized by Veggie Tales. When his autism made it difficult for us to capture Mikey’s attention or eye contact, the sharp-witted characters, zany songs, and up-beat...
by Shannon Popkin | Feb 29, 2012 | Communication, Fear, Marriage, Witness
Last week, I put a stick of butter in a pan, turned on the burner, and reached for the milk. Only a few drops left.I thought, “If I leave now, I can stop at the store before I have to pick up Lindsay.” So that’s what I did. Only I forgot to turn off the burner.Thirty...