Friendship

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

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

Louse-y Parenting

  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

This Is How We Do It

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

B Day

Bren and me, livin' la vida loca on Palm Beach I constantly find myself wanting to write about the concept of friendship.  Maybe it’s because I am the most social loner I know, and that the true meaning of friendship has never ceased to intrigue me.  Maybe it’s because I marvel that I

Inner Makeup

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

Short (But Willing to) Change

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.

Well (And Aware)

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