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2 10, 2018

Diary of A Lawnmower Autism Mom

2018-10-08T15:53:48+00:00By |Blog, Parenting|

It's happened again. Just when I thought I finally settled on a proper label for my parenting style another is invented, describing me to a T.  Move your barstool over, helicopter mom, I am a lawnmower mom! And let's not forget the scarlet A asterisk, for autism that is. Imagine my horror as I conjure images of Stephen King's The [...]

2 04, 2018

Autism Friendships- Where the Green Grass Grows

2018-10-08T20:58:51+00:00By |Blog, Friendship|

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. I could deal, for the [...]

29 03, 2017

The Scarlet A(wareness) of Autism

2018-10-08T20:59:38+00:00By |Blog|

  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 is hot and reddening at [...]

11 02, 2017

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

2018-10-08T21:01:06+00:00By |Blog, Parenting, Rants|

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! -William Shakespeare   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 [...]

16 11, 2016

Great and Full

2018-10-08T15:53:48+00:00By |Blog, Holidays|

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 notch or two.   Not [...]

2 11, 2016

High Times

2018-10-08T15:53:48+00:00By |Blog, Parenting, Rants|

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 wholly describes a place upon [...]

3 10, 2016

On a Roll

2018-10-08T15:53:48+00:00By |Blog, Friendship|

  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 tables and chairs (to dance [...]

13 09, 2016

Don’t Stop Believin’

2018-10-08T15:53:49+00:00By |Birthdays, Blog, Holidays, Parenting|

  image credit http://blog.umbiedentalcare.com/   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 [...]

24 08, 2016

Getting All Emojinal

2018-10-08T15:53:49+00:00By |Blog, Parenting, Rants|

  photo credit: themesltd.com 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 [...]