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When autism moves in

A difficult, near-deadly birth opened the door to the fragility of life. As fragile as the birth was, the months following my son’s entrance into the world were shaken by an earthquake, unsettled by a surgery, and rocked by a diagnosis. It seemed that at one fell swoop, the vision I held for the future collapsed. The road I thought we were on as a family took a sharp and unexpected turn. The journey ahead required great patience, maximum resolve, and guts.

Finding myself in dark times when everything should have been happy and light with a brand new baby in the house was more than difficult. I was weighed down by worry and fear. Could I carry the pain, the responsibility? Could I still create the family and the home I wanted?

KeriMeHome is a blog about how life can be a mucked-up mess and a pain in the ass sometimes. It’s also a blog to remember that life can be an exhilarating escapade, an enthralling adventure, and a most jubilant journey.

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 Reflections

Stories unfold in our everyday lives. Stories bring significance to our lives and meaning arises when we reflect upon little bits of magic found in the moments.

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 Road Trips

It is said that home is where the heart is. Sometimes our hearts carry us away from the physical dwelling in which we live and take us to places that open our eyes to new possibilities.

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 The Rest

Open the door to poetry, photography, inspirational quotes, drawings, and all “the rest.”

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February 20th, 2022|Categories: Reflections|Tags: , , |4 Comments

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February 12th, 2022|Categories: Reflections|Tags: , , , , , |9 Comments

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