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Observations on life by a sleep deprived mom, writer, and amateur paparazzi of my neurodiverse ASD family.

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Grasping at water. 

​This is the closest I’ll ever be to you. I remember laying on my side, rubbing my planetary belly, looking out the window into the night sky, speaking to Nora in my womb. It was the closest she would ever be to me physically yet, even then, separate and unfathomable. Her own heart pattering away,… Read More Grasping at water. 

April 30, 2017April 30, 2017 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

HAVE A GOOD DAY!

Owen and I were holding hands as we walked back to the car along the sidewalk from dropping off Nora for school. Drop-off is always hard for him and today was the first time, after a month, that he didn’t cry. He loves his sister so much but he shows it in ways that are… Read More HAVE A GOOD DAY!

October 8, 2016 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

My ass and I don’t care if you stare.

I’m done hating the mirror. My dumpy forty-something ass is as done with you as I am. Stare at it all you want. It doesn’t talk back but I will. I’m a mom, a writer, an educated woman who cusses, and that woman is all out of &^%#$ to care about your opinion on how… Read More My ass and I don’t care if you stare.

August 5, 2016August 4, 2016 Barbara Kelso2 Comments

My mom genes gave me camel toe.

​Jeans on me nowadays are like what a miniature waist cincher would be on a hot dog. Pointless and kind of disturbing. My lady parts swell up enough from chafing to convince a stranger they’re lost in the Sahara with the amount of camel toe I’m sporting. This pelvis is too long, too broken, and… Read More My mom genes gave me camel toe.

July 29, 2016July 28, 2016 Barbara Kelso1 Comment

My boobs: a love-hate relationship

​I’m so top heavy I can’t lay on my back without suffocating or creating armrests in my armpits.  My cleavage seems to start at my chin. (This is my super flattering selfie to illustrate.) Running feels like parts of my body are being ripped off by unseen forces. When I have to chase after my… Read More My boobs: a love-hate relationship

July 15, 2016July 15, 2016 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

The marrow of joy.

“It’s madness.” My friend, Molly, texts me to ask how I’m doing and that was my response. She’s my life-line to the outside world at times and always manages to make me smile. Our virtual conversations brighten my life and go back some seven plus years now online and started the day I pretended to… Read More The marrow of joy.

February 27, 2016February 25, 2016 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

An end of an era.

Downton Abbey will always remind me of the early days with my babies. Of cluster feedings, the agony of tongue-tiedness, colic, croup; long hours of trying to sleep sitting upright and the relief and responsibility all at once while snuggling warm little bodies that filled me with every type of emotion and worry. So it’s… Read More An end of an era.

February 23, 2016February 22, 2016 Barbara KelsoLeave a comment

Childbirth, motherhood, and other torture

Owen had three procedures to fix his posterior tongue tie beginning at two weeks, I was a complete mess struggling to manually express milk into his mouth while he attacked my boobs like a rabid animal, recovering from an unplanned c-section and traumatic birth, trying to recover from bronchitis and an ear infection at three… Read More Childbirth, motherhood, and other torture

January 25, 2016January 5, 2016 Barbara Kelso

Parenting hacks for whackadoos: Part 2

– A soap container for carrying crayons. – Baby food pouch caps can’t be recycled but you can reuse them. They make great necklaces and holiday garland. – Color coded laundry clips from the Dollar Store for each person’s towel in the bathroom to avoid sharing germs. – A couple drops of tea tree oil… Read More Parenting hacks for whackadoos: Part 2

January 18, 2016January 5, 2016 Barbara Kelso

Friends, cat vomit, and insomnia

Trust me, they’re all related to one another. I couldn’t sleep, my ears were itching, my throat was raw and dry, and I couldn’t get comfortable. Goddamn kid germs had taken hold. It was 1:04 a.m., I had the bed to myself so I could ostensibly “rest” but still no sleep. Two benadryl, L-Tryptophan, melatonin,… Read More Friends, cat vomit, and insomnia

January 14, 2016January 14, 2016 Barbara Kelso

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