The Healing Nature of Conga Lines

Maybe it’s because I first felt the freedom of sobriety at a wedding. Seventeen days after my last drink, my family and I drove to Las Vegas to see my cousin get hitched. Ya. Las Vegas. The place to be when you want to stop drinking. It was there, in the grand ballroom of a…

Isn’t it Ironic?

I spent the majority of my late teens desperately trying to escape the confines of my parents and their outdated and unfair rules. I smoked like a chimney, switching to Menthols when I had a cold or the flu, because they “felt” better and “soothed” my throat. I snuck booze out of my parents liquor…

Andrew’s iPad2 is Here!

Thanks to Gary James over at A4cwsn, Andrew received his iPad2 in the mail yesterday. If you haven’t heard about Gary, then let me be the first to introduce you to a true miracle worker. A father who has special needs children of his own, Gary is truly making a difference in our children’s lives…

Parenting a non-verbal child can suck sometimes.

It’s been a strange few weeks here at the Ashline household. Andrew’s been fluctuating between intense frustration and euphoric joy and none of us are getting a full night’s sleep due to his erratic night schedule. Mikey is operating on fumes and I’m close behind. Andrew has started stimming a lot, squinting his eyes, laughing…

An Uneasy but Altogether Necessary Conversation

We walk you and I, hand in hand and I begin to talk as if you can understand me   It’s something I really struggle with still. (Among other things, *sigh*)   Often I find myself censoring what I say to you because I figure, what’s the point   Isn’t that terrible? It is. It…