I used to hate it when someone said, “One day you’ll look back on this and smile.” Not because I didn’t believe it, but because I’m not a patient person. I want the perspective only time can provide, but I want it now. I’ve just come in from mowing my[Read more]
A few friends have asked about sending my oldest a card or note of support that I can give him along with his Thursday’s Child Scholarship. That would be lovely! If you need my mailing address, email me, send me a message via Facebook, or comment on this post. Thank[Read more]
When I was a kid, my great aunts gave us their old costume jewelry to play with. I’ve never craved real gemstones and wear very simple jewelry as an adult, but I have incredibly fond memories of playing with the fake stuff. The clip on earrings that made my earlobes[Read more]
Considering how deeply I rely on metaphors to help me process my life, it’s an understatement to say it’s been a challenge raising a black-and-white, literal thinker. I believe my oldest would process information this way whether he was on the autism spectrum or not, it’s just so inherently part[Read more]
The other day I was blessed with the chance to talk face-to-face with a friend I don’t see very often. We cross paths on social media and exchange emails now and then, but real time visits are rare. During our chat she said, “You know, I like weeding, too,” (a[Read more]
The Kentucky Derby has come and gone, and for folks in my neck of the woods that means it’s time to put the garden in. I and everyone else who wasn’t at the track last Saturday descended upon the garden centers to stock up on seeds and soil and take[Read more]