Diane Lang

Diane Lang

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Take My Hand

As a best friend’s father lay dying last winter we gathered around the edge of his bed and I grabbed one of his hands. I held it in mine and traced the lines and sun spots dotting his skin. Those hands were like a glimpse into his past; of a life well-lived ....more

They Aren’t Here

It never gets any easier....more

Fourteen

Your birthday crept up on me this year because things have been a little crazy around here. Not that we don’t know crazy, because you and I have been doing crazy for 13 years and 364 days. Give or take a few leap years ....more

No Resentment

It’s no secret that life has changed a lot around here. Many days are still hard – there’s a lot of anger and resentment, and having a child with special needs who goes through major life trauma isn’t as easy as it sounds. As a matter of fact, it sounds a lot like a screaming cat ....more

On Forgiveness

We Catholics are in the home stretch of Lent. I used to give up chocolate or beer, or something else that would slim me down in time for spring break. Part of me offered something up out of faith and part of me offered something up out of vanity ....more

Are You Whole?

Well, are you? Oh, I know. Half of you are just staring at the words thinking, I don’t even understand the question! ...more

I Fed a Troll

Don’t feed the trolls. It is the first rule of blogging. Don’t engage with the haters ....more

Hip to be Square

Ain’t no party like an 85 year old’s party, ’cause an 85 year old’s party don’t stop! *screeeeech* *dj takes the needle off the record* Somewhere between having a boatload of fun this summer and starting my awesome new job (more on that soon but, goodnight Irene, I love it), I fractured my hip. My doctor thought it was a pinched nerve – and in his defense, so did I – because it felt similar to a pinched nerve I had years ago ....more

Goodbye, BlogHer

Hoo boy. This is going to hurt. I honestly don’t know where to begin, because I never thought I’d be saying it ....more

An Open Letter to Typical Parents on the First Day of School

Dear Typical Parent, Hi there! I saw you this morning at the bus stop, taking pictures of your kids in their new clothes with shiny backpacks and haircuts. My son was the little guy with a hole in the back of his shirt where he ripped out the label because he couldn't stand the feel of it against his skin. He had last year's backpack even though the zipper is broken, because it's familiar to him and he was also wearing last year's shoes because he doesn't grow much and they feel just right. Kids with autism like things that are broken in. ...more
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