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Heather Adair Hawkins


09.09.2015 in Uncategorized

They say that drowning in real life looks nothing like it does on television. There is no flailing. There is no screaming. There is no, “HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!” Its almost silent. Its bobbing below the surface and a fearful face reaching the…

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01.09.2015 in Uncategorized

I’m having trouble accepting that you somehow believe that she is different after the diagnosis. It isn’t even here yet and you treat her as if she’s diseased. I honestly got better reception from saying, “She has cancer,” than I do with “Oh, its ASD.”…

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The Field Trip

20.08.2015 in Uncategorized

As I drive by the school’s front gate, I watch all the smiling┬áparents wander off to their cars and they are happy. I see the city bus stopped at the entrance and I know what its there for and I should be happy. All the…

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Without Her

14.08.2015 in Uncategorized

“Mom. What are you doing in there,” she asks from the other side of the door. “Its the bathroom. What do you think I’m doing in here,” I respond in a monotone. This is not the the first time I’ve been asked this today. “POOPING!”…

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Best Day Ever

13.08.2015 in Uncategorized

“Aiden, do you know what water colours are?” I asked as I pried her off my leg. “No.” “Would you like to?” I work my fingers under hers to unhook the little grasping claws that are digging into my calf flesh. “…..maybe.” “Then you have…

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This Isn’t About You

12.08.2015 in Uncategorized

Dear lady sitting two tables behind my daughter at Cibos at Burnside Village, I’m sorry you felt the need to give me the most haughty look I’ve seen in awhile. You had spread your newspaper generously across the small table, and gone through the trouble…

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11.08.2015 in A Dog for Aiden

“Mom, I can’t have a dog. I shook the baby.” My amazingly honest, brilliant girl was starting to doubt our family’s decision. Was I? I brought this conversation up with my husband late last night. “Heather, its not like you can tell her we are…

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