May is Better Speech and Hearing Month, and The fourth Annual Apraxia Awareness Day is May 14th. I’m offering giveaways on my blog that will be given away on May 14th! First up is an app I literally use every week called Speech Stickers. Speech Stickers is the first app that I downloaded for Ashlynn (my daughter with apraxia) when she had first turned three. I chose it because it
I just gave a talk at Bowling Green University this past week. Since the talk was to undergrads, I talked about my serendipitous journey to becoming an SLP, and why I am a firm believer in listening to “coincidences.” The talk then culminated with my story about meeting Ronda Rousey. For my final slide, my takeaways were to believe in serendipity and to listen to coincidences. Life is more eerily
Being both an SLP AND a mother to a child with a severe speech disorder, I have this unique and sometimes bizarre perspective; that perspective, of course, being that I now intimately understand both sides. That being said, I think parents/my clients, typically feel more comfortable telling me things parent to parent vs. parent to SLP. As a mother now to a child with apraxia, I have a new appreciation
We went to Vegas for Spring Break, and we took the the kids to see the Blue Man Group. I had heard great things about the show in my parent support groups, so I thought it would be the perfect show for my kids. Ashlynn has a formal dx of SPD, and my son, well, he definitely has sensory issues. Not sure if they fit a formal dx or not,
We went on vacation for Spring Break. I took a picture of me and my girl on an amusement park ride: She told me the chairs we were sitting in were “penguin chairs.” Two years ago she couldn’t do that. Mark a noun with an adjective like that. Adjectives let us be creative with our speech. She barely had the basics down, but I was still happy then because she
When I was in 1st grade, a little boy kept kissing me on my head. After the third time, I told my mother in exasperation. I explained that even though I kept telling him to stop, he still kept doing it. That night, both my parents had decided my mom would go to school the next day and let the teacher know and put a stop to it. “Nooooo,” I