Lost Child Found… guess how this story ends

As soon as I put it out there to the world that my child was lost in the woods of South Dakota with no cell phone coverage, he emerged from the woods with a single text message:

A simple That single word — “hey” — lifted my spirits and fed my soul in ways that nothing else could on Monday. “Hey” he’s ok. “Hey” he made it safely into the woods and back out again. “Hey” he is reachable again. “Hey” he didn’t lose his phone. Continue reading

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The Tale of the Lost Child: A Modern 21st Century Problem

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Have you seen this child? Hopefully you will not be seeing this picture in the dairy case at Safeway any time soon.

I lost my child somewhere in South Dakota.

OK, I didn’t really LOSE him, but no one in Seattle has heard from him in a week. He last posted to his Facebook page last Sunday at 4:30 am in Montana; my last text conversation with him was last Sunday around 9:00 am. Then silence — no “read receipts” on my text messages, no evidence he has been into his Facebook page.

Now this would normally send a parent to the brink of madness and to the doorway of state patrol to report a missing person faster than you can say “put him on a milk carton.” We’re trying to be cool, and here’s why:

He is spending the week camping with 2,500 of his closest friends on disputed land claimed by the Lakotas in South Dakota. Yes, he quit his job, sold his car, and took a bus to Hill City to attend the Rainbow Gathering. Continue reading

Conclusion of Week Three of Empty Nest Syndrome

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Cheers to you, little man. Miss you!

The end of our third week of Empty Nest happens to coincide with my birthday — so happy birthday to me?!

Seriously, I think I can talk about the situation now. It’s not as raw and I have some perspective. So here it is:

My kid is smart. Super whip smart. Certified smart in test after test. I mean, so smart it created problems from second grade through graduation because he didn’t fit in any school district box (and children shouldn’t have to! another post…).

He is also a serious dumbass. I think it’s safe to say he suffers from Teen-Lack-of-Frontal-Lobes Syndrome (if I suffer from a syndrome, so shall he). Continue reading