Stories By Kimberlee Rutan McCafferty
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoHope for the New Year
As I sing the tune to “Whistle While You Work” which just played on my son’s DVD I see his ebullient...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoGetting Help
I am always thinking about ways to make Justin’s life better, to give him a more independent existence. I’m hoping this...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoKeep Hope Alive
I scooch Justin over in his big comfy chair so we can snuggle, and I can hopefully reduce the rocking that...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoOur Bond
He runs into the house from his school bus and stops dead in his tracks as he witnesses the magic that...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoPeace
I sit back comfortably in my reclining chair, refusing an offer of coffee while accepting a copy of my son’s latest...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoWord
He snuggles contentedly on my lap, my severely autistic nine-year-old son who loves his evening storytime with Mama. This is a...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoDisney and Universal
It’s that time again folks- time for my post-mortem on our semi-annual Disney trip with the McCafferty clan. Spoiler alert- it...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoConnection
If I’d blinked I would have missed it. As it was I heard my husband frantically calling my name, and I...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoSo Many Questions
I feel his tiny teeth before I see him lock down on the soft flesh between throat and clavicle, and I...
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Brick Life
/ 6 years agoDear Kim
(Editor’s note: this is the letter I would write to myself if I were an old lady telling my younger self...