Hang Ten + ????????????????????????????????

Nothing screams ENDLESS summer more than raising a child with autism. All you need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and you’re fine, they say?  Not so fast, brah.  Fourteen years into this, I can honestly say I still feel like a junkyard dog in a town of Gidgets, grom moms, and brilliant toe-headed […]

Autism Friendships- Where the Green Grass Grows

When my son was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder at age three, I had a very hard time learning about the prognosis. I perseverated over my two main concerns: the affected’s inability to “get” humor and the difficulties involved in making a friend.  This was not going to work for our affected one.  Meaning me. […]

The Scarlet A(wareness) of Autism

  I have never been a huge fan of the word aware.  The term itself is a copout, really, claiming the basest level of understanding.  I am aware I have a shopping addiction. Terrific. Now what? The educator in me would prefer awareness to sit lower than comprehension, even lower than knowledge within that famous hierarchy of learning. My face […]

To My Teenage Son Diagnosed With Autism- I H8 U❣️

  Yeah, I said it.  I hate you, son- right now, that is. First (petty) things first: you reek.  Whoever coined the term “blossoming” to describe puberty has not experienced an afternoon with you, sans deodorant. Ugh! Is application all that difficult? J.R. you’re like Pigpen, and your dust cloud stinks like Cool Ranch Doritos.  Don’t act like […]

Great and Full

Normally this pumpkin spiced time of year you’d find me (a) cursing the hashtag #30daysofthanks (who has the time for that crap, seriously?!) and (b) inserting the hashtag #goodtimes with a hearty helping of sarcasm.  I’m happy to report I’ve felt a shift, and by that I don’t mean I’ve had to loosen my belt by a […]

High Times

According to Justin Bieber, everybody gets high sometimes. Man I love that kid. When your life is up in the air because you are raising a child with special needs, you sometimes feel like as if you’re existing on a completely different plane than everyone else. I vaguely remember that term of geometry, yet it so […]

On a Roll

  For the past four years, I’ve been playing a dice game called Bunco. In its purest form, twelve women form a team and gather monthly to escape the realities of child rearing for the night. Each player takes a turn hosting. This requires the hostess to: clean obsessively for 36 hours straight (then a good 48, post-game), set up […]

Don’t Stop Believin’

    Over the weekend, J.R. lost a tooth.  The good news? I’m not sure I can report any.  The bad news? Amazon Prime doesn’t yet drone packages to my door in an hour’s time.  I am screwed. You see, J.R. could not care less about money. I won’t mention his nine-year-old cash worshiping brother knows […]

Getting All Emojinal

  If you know me, you’re aware that my main news sources consist of Access Hollywood Live, The Hollywood Medium’s Tyler Henry, and someecards.com.  This way, I’m constantly on the pulse of how the other half lives, dies, and has worse Mondays than me. It’s a great escape from the reality of being a bad autism mom.  Another wonderful distraction […]

Bad Autism Mom

If you haven’t seen Bad Moms, please stop reading this and RUN to your nearest theater.  If you have to arrange a sitter (adding a side of guilt), great! You’ll relate to the characters’ plight even more. This story of three stressed out moms produces one belly laugh after another, so much that I’ll need to see the movie […]