I am constantly asked this question: Kristi, just how do you do it? My gut reaction is to snap back with something like Do what? You following me? I swear that wasn’t me who let her shopping cart roll off and dent the side of that Range Rover. Second, I fear the is person quizzing me
On a scale of 1-10? Worst possible wait. Last weekend my son J.R. broke his arm in two places. He lost his footing climbing on the playground, and the result was deformity that looked like a lightning bolt jutting from his elbow down. Needless to say, I was FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. I
In the middle of praying that no amount of technology could track the number of times I'd viewed the Fifty Shades of Grey trailer online, I got to thinking that 1) Universal Studios hadn't received my audition tape for the role of Anastasia and 2) there are more than a few ways an autism mom can "get off,"
The Men Who Built America is a must see: http://www.history.com/shows/men-who-built-america The other night I read an article published in Scientific American that exposed just how far up an arse a normally bright person’s head can penetrate. You are probably reeling from the fact that I just reported being able to comprehend an article written by Scientific
Ten. Ah, perfection- as irresistible as Bo Derek's braids, as complete as Pearl Jam’s breakthrough album, and as unblemished as my wedding vow renewal. So many images come in to mind as I contemplate my own connotations of the term ten. And isn’t there just something so strong, so solid about an even number? Ten years ago
You may have heard of the popular poem entitled “Welcome to Holland,” by Emily Perl Kingsley. “Welcome to Holland” cleverly compares what parents experience raising a disabled child to an unexpected switch in travel plans. They’ve planned, packed, and longed for one destination yet for reasons unexplained, end up in another. The poem is meant
August boasted Friendship Day. How did I miss that one? Okay this autism mom may have little time to mess with Hallmark Holidays, but I did reflect upon what some of my own friendships mean to me (as well as those Hallmark Movie hunks- but I digress). You see, I had myself convinced for years
I will never forget the day I first learned about autism. Bob and Suzanne Wright were on the Today Show to announce the advocacy group they freshly created in hopes to help families struggling with a puzzling disorder. They spoke about the beautiful, bright, charismatic grandson they knew one day, and the anxious, sad, withdrawn one they
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, niiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnne, TEN!” I count with my eyes shut tight, for I love this game just as much as my boys do. Peering from behind a tree I enjoy a momentary silence, then hear a harmonious snicker from behind the bushes. I can’t help but laugh because in
