head catching up to heart

I routinely get phone calls from parents and grandparents of children diagnosed with Asperger’s. I answer questions, tell personal stories and try to be encouraging. While every family’s experience is unique, a difficult childhood is pretty common. Today, I got a phone call from the parent of a teenager with Asperger’s. As I listened to […]

recycling?

Would it be horribly wrong to allow the children to cut pictures from the 1970’s era encyclopedias that are collecting dust in our basement?

Why 11-y-o’s aren’t old enough to be unsupervised. Ever.

Me: “Do you have any homework?” Noah: “No.” Time passes. Noah: “After I finish my snack I hafta make a Sumerian mud house.” Me: “What? I thought you said you don’t have homework today.” Noah: “I forgot.” Me: “Do you need brown, red or gray clay?” Noah: “I don’t need clay. I’m gonna go dig […]

more than history

I’ve read all the news about people who are tired of hearing 9/11 stories. I don’t understand those people. Are they tired of hearing about everything important in the past? All the pieces of history that have made us who we are today? Is their world so tiny and egocentric that they can’t see beyond […]

dental phobia

When my day starts with a visit to the dentist, it is pretty much shot to hell. A full-blown anxiety attack that had me shaking so bad my muscles are sore, finger holes in the poor doctor’s chair and an hour of sobbing after it was all over. My phobia and the nasty condition of […]

someone in my head, but it’s not me

Doesn’t he look sweet? Cuddly? He is. He is also completely feral. My parents took us to the fair today. Tommy stayed home. At the fair, we saw a friend looking happier than he has looked in a very long time. I wanted to talk and ask how his family is doing. What I did […]

if, then

If your child gets trapped in a restaurant booth, then you can give up those Mensa dreams.

going to be a long year

I wrote the date of Tommy’s graduation in my planner (May 16th at 8:30). Then I cried. Then I reminisced. Then I cried some more. If I see a Hallmark commercial, I’ll probably cry again. I think I’ll turn “Shaun of the Dead” on for a bit.