Sarah won’t be a sportscaster

The buses returned to the high school last night, err, this morning about 2 a.m. Sarah must have napped the entire ride home, because she was eager to give her synopsis of the game. According to her, the stadium was so full that the color guard and band had to sit on frozen metal bleachers […]

autistic driving – need personal space

Doug loves the Interstate. He will hop on and back off the Interstate just to travel from one exit to the next one. I hate the Interstate. I am directionally impaired. The less complicated the route, the greater the likelihood that I will not get lost, but the Interstate still makes me feel like I […]