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Author and Speaker

Archive for September, 2012

How one parent chooses to deal with people staring at her son with autism, guest post by Renee Kiernan

(Please welcome with me Renee Kiernan, blogging about the realities of living with autism today. Welcome Renee!) How one parent chooses to deal with people staring at her son with autism, guest post by Renee Kiernan Do you ever get that feeling that you have no idea what is happening? Those awkward moments when you are compelled to stare, mutter, or get out your phone to put the entire scene on YouTube? This happened to me recently. I was with my kids, and my son…

Can a Christian be depressed?

 Can a Christian be depressed? Sometimes when depression rears its ugly head, I find myself wondering how a Christian can be depressed if the joy of the Lord is our strength. But then God nudges me, and shows me that I am asking the wrong question. I shouldn’t be asking how or why a Christian gets depressed. Because I am a Christian. I get depressed. Why spend time deciding if it is right or not? Those questions are a waste of the small reserve of…

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What’s the funniest thing your kid has ever said to you?

What’s the funniest thing your kid has ever said to you? I am gearing up for another great season of speaking to MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) groups in Michigan, Indiana, and Illinois. I first started speaking two years ago to build my writing platform for my book. I dreaded starting because I generally tend to like my bed more than people. But I must say, I LOVE IT! Every time I speak to a group of women, I learn something. It’s fun, and challenging, and it gives…

This little light of mine, watching my daughter with Down syndrome “get it” with PECS

Watching my daughter with Down syndrome “get it.” This little light of mine … In 2009, we adopted our youngest daughter with Down syndrome, Evangeline, from Ukraine. “Why do you want to adopt her?” I was asked one bright, humid afternoon in the orphanage yard outside of Kiev. The worker looked me square in the eyes. Her words knocked over my soul. That morning, I blinked back tears while holding the worker’s gaze, and squeezed Evangeline to myself. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll show ’em. We’ll…