Kristi Rieger Campbell's passion is writing and drawing stupid-looking pictures for her blog, Finding Ninee. It began with a memoir about her special-needs son Tucker, abandoned when she read that a publisher would rather shave a cat than read another memoir. Kristi writes for a variety of parenting websites including Huffington Post Parents, has been published in several popular anthologies, received 2014 BlogHer's Voice of the Year People's Choice Award, and was a proud cast member of the DC Listen to Your Mother show. Find her on Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest.
My parents were big believers in camping. Each summer, they consulted maps, weather patterns, calendars, and the neighbor’s availability to water our many macrame-potted ferns. They made plans, and the five of us loaded up into my dad’s green Scout International named Homer, complete with a CB to converse with truckers to get the 10-4 on […]
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The world needs a lot. Greater empathy, kindness, acceptance. Respect for one another regardless of differences, beliefs, gender, and lifestyle. The world also needs a more global approach to special needs support at school. But, today’s story is not one about special needs schooling (stay tuned, there is a post in drafts right now), or […]
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It being Thursday came as a surprise to me more than once today, which is not necessarily unique. What may be unique is that I’m continually startled by my surprise over what day it is. As if by now, I should have mastered knowing that I’m always a bit behind and overwhelmed and let’s face […]
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Today, while watching my five-year-old climb steep stairs that terrify me so that he could ride the Big Slide at our local fair without me, I felt pride, fear, and thankfulness that today, with all that’s going on in the news, that my biggest worries were sunburn and diarrhea from us eating fried Oreos. My […]
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I may have run out of tricks to make my husband offer to do the grocery shopping alone, or, even better, with our son Tucker. Him offering to stop on the way home, or after an outing without me doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Like any good […]
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Being 12 years old gave me the gift of coming home to an empty house. Gone were the days of sitters, and, as a newly minted seventh grader whose school was released earlier than my brothers’ were, I had the house to myself for I dunno – an hour? Two hours? That time was mine, […]
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