You wouldn’t know it just by looking at me, but I like the third one from the top. Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly brave, I try to settle for the second. But rarely the first; that’s just crazy. I’ve broken a lot of dishes this way. My mom’s voice cracks when she tells me…
I Know You Are But What Am I?
Andrew LOVES to watch YouTube on his iPad and we’ve caught on to the fact that it’s a great reinforcer when we want to get him to do anything from finishing his vegetables to doing the laundry. Okay. The laundry not so much but I can usually get him to eat an extra carrot or…
From Proud Mom to Bigot
So this is why people fear speaking up and speaking out and making their opinions known; because there will always be someone out there who will twist and mangle and misinterpret their message to make it fit their own agenda. Good thing I don’t give a damn. In the past 24 hours, since my SUCK…
I told autism to SUCK IT. Yeah. I said it.
The other day, my 9-year-old son Andrew, who is severely impacted by autism, did something amazing. For the first time in his life, he read. It wasn’t a book, or a chapter, or even a sentence. It was ONE word: Harold. The name of his favorite character from his favorite show, Thomas the Train. Before…
I kicked my husband out of our bed.
I’ve kicked my husband out of our marital bed. He hasn’t done anything wrong -at least nothing worthy of being demoted to a mattress located on our bedroom floor- but my motion sickness and vertigo has gotten so bad these past few months that I can no longer tolerate even the tiniest of movements that…
Start small, but start SOMEWHERE
I’m an all or nothing kind of gal. It’s not a trait that has served me well over the years. I take on new projects and set out on new quests with gusto, only to abandon ship when my plan doesn’t quite pan out the way I had intended or when the going is a…