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Hang Ten + 4

Good morning from Carlin Park in beautiful Jupiter, Florida 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

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. I believe the

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’

  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

Bad Autism Mom

Gluten, sulfites, and casein OH MY! / image via today.com 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