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Broken Toys
DISCLAIMER: This post is not for the faint-hearted; it’s about what it’s like to parent an autistic child. As extra incentive, it’s also close to 1500 words… I was reading the other day, and the...
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The Fine Line Between Bullshit and Truth
I think I have an endless supply of bullshit. I’m pretty sure this is true for everyone, but it’s definitely true for anyone who deals with chronic illness or disability. I don’t feel like burdening...
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I Live in a Pee-Soaked Dollhouse
I’m not going to mince words on this one. I officially hate moving and everything associated with moving. While I was in California, my husband put our house on the market. I came home to a...
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The Nostalgia of Birthdays
It’s interesting the things we remember and the things we forget. When I first started school two years ago, my biggest challenge was the endless volume of science terminology I needed to learn and...
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Mortification Number 467
House hunting is a very strange thing. You get to peek into the lives of strangers, and you never quite know what you’re going to find. You’d be surprised just how often I open a closet door to find...
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It’s Not the Poison. It’s the Fear.
Last Spring, we entered a different phase, and my son began with the sneaking. At eight years old, he’s tall enough and smart enough that “child-proofing” is no longer effective. At first, it was just...
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Toddlers Are Tyrants and Slap Bracelet Math
I have been meaning to write this post for a while. However, the defacement of public property takes time and proper planning. Also, once my daughter got her mitts on these slap bracelets, she was...
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Autism and Pumpkin Pie
Remember everything you said you’d never do before you became a parent? Yeah… that. This past Wednesday, in my mad quest to buy red lentils, I forgot to buy the other ingredient I needed. So, I asked...
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Migraines and Ballerina Princess Monsters
I keep telling myself everything is going to work out, but I can’t seem to get my mind to agree. Instead the pun “homeless for the holidays” keeps reverberating through my brain. We’re not actually...
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And Sometimes I’m Naughty…
When my middle child was two, we traveled out of state to visit a friend. She had only met John once before, and this time she was really struck by him. “He’s so cute!” she gushed, “And it’s a good …...
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