Stories By Kimberlee Rutan McCafferty
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Brick Life
/ 7 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
/ 7 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
/ 7 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
/ 7 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
/ 7 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
/ 7 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...
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Brick Life
/ 7 years agoTransition
I have to tell you readers, my brain is spinning a bit lately. You see, my son, my beautiful severely autistic...
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Brick Life
/ 7 years agoShades of Gray
It was a simple question, asked at a party of people I hadn’t seen in years. “What grade is Justin in...
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Brick by the Numbers
/ 7 years agoDear Soon-to-be-ex-case-manager
Dear Soon to be ex-Case Manager, The call from you came yesterday with that bland generic “my sons’ public school district’s”...
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Brick Life
/ 7 years agoEnough
I still remember the day I knew my autistic son would remain on the severe end of the spectrum. Justin was...