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.
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
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
Last weekend was supposed to be mine. Every drop of it. My charity was honored at a wonderful women's event on Friday night, and I knew how spent I'd feel afterward: a chick like me needs to work hard at presenting her best self, believe me! For this reason, I packed the rest of my
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
As I helped my younger son prepare Valentine cards for what his public school calls “Friendship Day” (seriously?), I surprisingly zoned out and reflected upon what some of my own friendships meant to me. You see, I had myself convinced for years that forming any type of meaningful relationship with a “typical” mom was not
The other day a friend of mine and I got to talking. She also has a child with autism, which means there is rarely a time we run out of (mostly gross) things to discuss. Completely in character considering all the fucked up stuff we talk about, she asks “So, let’s say you and I
The other day we celebrated my “typical" son’s birthday by taking him to see a Cars 2 exhibit with some friends. We pulled J.R. out of school so he could come along too. I figured he’d enjoy the event for about four seconds, but having him home from school meant not having to rush back by 2:30 p.m.
Just how does a “seasoned” autism mom spend her Autism Awareness Month? Glad you asked! For the past few years one of my closest friends of mine and I had pretty much gone into hibernation for the entire month of April. She too has a son diagnosed with autism, but neither of us felt particularly