No one has ever died of Autism. Ever. Because it isn’t a disease.
I didn't forget today. I finally got the chance to hang out with some old friends tonight. Most of us are parents now and we brought our kids to the party. It felt good to be silly for no reason again. I really should do it more often.
Heat wave day 2: Things are nasty. My plants look to be on the verge of death. I wish I could move them into a shadier place. The sun is brutal. Protect yourselves. In other news, I went to church again yesterday. I'm not claiming to be a very good Christian, or even Christian at … Continue reading Day 205: Tear-Stained Hearts
Father's day isn't a favorite of mine. I know my father, he still lives with my mother, but we haven't had the best relationship since I was a little girl. He's a sexist, misogynist, anti-black racist piece of work. I get tired of calling him on his nonsense, so I avoid him. Anyway, I hope … Continue reading Day 174: Pop
My son came home today. He says he had a good time but he cant tell me what he actually did. He tried, but he wasn't very good at expressing himself verbally today. I just listened and was glad he was back. Normally, I need a break from him but several days is more than … Continue reading Day 172: Return
My son left for a week of camp this morning. I was a little nervous but I'm sure he'll be fine. This is the farthest he's gone without me and that's a little jarring. He's okay. It's just church camp. He had a choice between boy scout camp and church camp and he went with … Continue reading Day 168: Travels
I don't spend enough time with my mother. She isn't that old and doesn't need to much help, but I do like when I can help her around the house. Every time I do, I feel as if I gain some secret piece of ancestral knowledge. My mother is the best cook I know. She's … Continue reading Day 133: Sundays With Mom
I made my mother cry a little tonight. We went out to dinner and I apologized for being an idiot when I was younger. After she asked where this was coming from, I told her that parenthood makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes. She didn't say anything for a while but I … Continue reading Day 83: Happy Tears
My son is at the age where he would forget his own head if it wasn't attached. He's managed to lose jackets, shoes, and at least one phone. I spent a good chunk of my afternoon talking to my mother about it and I asked if I was that bad at that age. Her response … Continue reading Day 74: Mom Talk
