Category Archives: Conductive Education

The Problem That Isn’t


The problem I am about to write about shouldn’t even be allowed to be called a problem.  Rather, it should be called a blessing, but for some reason it feels like a terribly burdensome problem that I cannot seem to solve. What a fitting way to end our month long […]

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me, me, me and a blog…


For years, I have written this blog, sometimes regularly, sometimes not so much… In fact, I was surprised to find out that this nonsense has been going on for about five years.  I write when I have nothing else to do or when I have too much to do, but […]

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A Letter to Max


As I have been known to do, I like to lecture.  I like people to sit still and listen to me talk. I actually get paid to do this!  The only people who don’t sit still and listen to me talk live with  me!  I have been trying to get […]

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Courage?


I have decided to admit that what I really need is a little courage. I found this bracelet in shop in my new most favorite town, Eastown – Grand Rapids. This is a funky little, artsy downtown area next to the suburban utopia, East Grand Rapids. There are bookstores, art […]

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Did I do this?


I  was looking forward to my trip to Michigan as a chance to get back into the habit of writing what I like to think of as my previously entertaining and pithy blog posts.  I have been away from writing for far too long, consumed by life. As it turns […]

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Sure wish I were allowed to curse…


It has been a crowded place here in my brain this last month or so. It is like the closet door you have to shut quickly before everything falls out. Better to just walk past it without opening it I suppose.  Max, Max and more Max is all I have […]

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Perky for PERCS


PERCS- that is what the surgery our Maxie is having tomorrow is called.  Apparently the name no longer has anything to do with the actual procedure and harkens back to the early days of experimenting on and torturing little children with CP.  It used to be a very major surgery […]

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Summing it all up in a big long way, three days in the making


I had my final meeting with the program director and we are coming upon the last day of the program.  I am sad to see it go.  I had so much hope and anticipation for this summer, as I do for every summer, and the flip of the calendar page […]

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That House


There is always a person in every group who, when reflecting upon his childhood, says, “my house was THE one that everyone always hung out in.”   Usually,  it is said in a way as to imply that the family had a quality that we should admire – warmth, openness, […]

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In Any Language, Yes is Still Yes


Andrea, the Director of the CLC program, with her Hungarian accent, keeps making me cry.  The woman must think I am a ridiculous, emotional wreck who has not come to terms with my son’s disability – a feeling that I would profess is entirely not true – or maybe it […]

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