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Finding Ninee began because I’d intended to write a memoir – um, until I read an editor would rather shave a cat than read another memoir. Instead, I started a blog. At first, I didn’t want anybody to read what I wrote. Certainly not most people I knew in real life. With each new post, […]

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While every season contains beauty and adventure, there’s something magical about summertime. I adore unstructured afternoons, impromptu drinks with neighbors, and taking a walk at 9pm in just-fading daylight. Summer memories feel more free and easy somehow, the thought of them filtered in buttery light. Tonight, on the final evening of my son’s fourth grade […]

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Growing up, my neighborhood was full of open doors; our kid-herd bouncing from one house to another for a bathroom break, a snack, or a bandaid needed due to a roller skating race on the steep blacktop at the elementary school. Sheet forts lined chain-link fences and our parents had no idea where we were […]

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I used to know everything. Or, at least, I thought I knew everything I needed to. About myself, about life. I knew what love looked like. Intense highs and lows were ingredients of passion and being truly seen. I used to be invincible. I dove from planes, got in cars with people I’d just met, […]

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It’s funny how sleep is both endless and a finger-snap* in time. On endless-feeling nights, I know I must be resting, because surely I’d have felt bored had sleep eluded me from 2:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m. I check the clock to see whether I’d been out for five minutes or five hours, hoping for […]

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“What do I love about myself?” I ask. The devil on my shoulder is quick to answer.  “NOTHING. You’re mean to you and you don’t know how to love you.” she says. Which is, of course, completely ridiculous because everybody knows how to love themselves, right? (and er, no, not like *that* pervos)I mean, sure, […]

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