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.
I’ve been on a lot of road trips, and am convinced they’re good for growth. Whether traveling new highways or familiar ones, there’s something meditational about sitting for so long and not being able to completely zone out. My favorite time to drive is right before sunset when the light reminds me of how much […]
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Every now and again, I read an extraordinary obituary that makes me want to write one for myself, but this idea kinda feels like tempting fate. For somebody who doesn’t have all of her wills in place, much less end-of-life notifications for those who will surely need direction once I’m gone (looking at you, Robert, […]
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I stand, washing out an empty bottle of hot sauce to prepare it for recycling, and wonder how clean it actually needs to be. “How do they get the paper label off,” I think, and “whatever gets the label off will surely get the leftover hot sauce I’m scrubbing by hand,” but I don’t stop, […]
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I wonder whether I’m in the Fall Season of my life, but don’t Google it as I don’t want to know-know. If life = 100 years, I’m entering the super-early beginning of my Fall season. I don’t recalculate the math if life = 86 years, or 92, 79, or tomorrow. I don’t bother with other […]
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The first time I held my son, I felt a profound sense of honor. I was terrified, of course, and starving, as I hadn’t eaten in 30 hours. I marveled at his tiny face, and knew that zero years old was my favorite age. Nothing could ever compare to this moment, right? Except, well, moments […]
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Some days, I don’t feel like I have a lot of fight left in me. I’m tired, overwhelmed, and it’s hard to know how much difference it makes to sign petitions, attend meetings, call state representatives, or marching for the future in Washington, DC. Last year, I swallowed Tucker’s hugely reduced special ed support hours […]
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