Recently someone asked me how I managed to potty train my autistic child. I said something like, “I went through hell and back, that’s how.” Without blinking, they asked directions for the road map to hell. I finally found the notes I used back in 2010 on a back-up drive (whew), and in reviewing what I went through, I decided this might make a better post than my review of Men In Black: International. Though, with fewer references to poop. For all the autism parents out there, this one’s for you.Continue reading Potty Training on the Spectrum
This one is for family. If you’ve never known loss, you might not understand. If you have, I am so very sorry. And this one is also for you.Continue reading Being Fatherless on Father’s Day
Before I went on a diet, there was the Grandville Chocolate & Art Walk. My annual attempt to be artsy as well as fartsy.
And then when I came back to WordPress, they’ve up and changed the editor on me. Gads. I hate upgrades.
Enjoy my struggles to learn a new system and, oh yes, the art. Let’s not forget the art! Continue reading Taking a Bite Out of Art
Between moments…a breath.
In seconds, gone.
In hearts forever.
Good-bye, David. Good-bye.
I’ll write again…just as soon as it stops hurting to breathe.
This has to be the most click-baity (not to mention misleading) title ever.
If you were looking for pictures of yours truly in a bikini throwing down with other middle-aged women in a pay-per-view mud rink, brace yourself for disappointment.*
In conversation with a friend recently, we mused on literary and televised influences that informed our subconscious desires. (Some giggling may have been involved. Sue me.)
Listen in if you dare… Continue reading Childhood Crushes: Forbidden, Foreboding, and Formative Fictions
I recently received an unexpected gift in the mail.
And in person…
And in several persons…
But first, it began with a cup of tea.
As my favorite tv show—The Big Bang Theory—comes to an end, it wrestled recently with a surprisingly feminist sub-plot: whether or not a woman should want to have children and what it means if she doesn’t. The series frequently pokes fun at parenting including the ambivalence surrounding having kids. Perhaps I have laughed a little too hard at some of these jokes, or maybe I appreciate that someone had raised a question that bothers me in my own struggles with motherhood*.
I began writing and was interrupted by life. This is an expansion of a letter I wrote in the time that came before and the inspiration that followed…
To my friend K____, who lies bored in a hospital bed waiting for things to happen. May the butterflies find you.
Everything has gone wrong.
I’m sending this to you from a secure location.*
The system has been infected.
A technician is scheduled to come out (for the third time) to fix it.
Your connection is not private.
Attackers may be trying to steal your information.
Save yourselves. Continue reading You May Not Be Safe