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Yo, Hobo!

Just a little story from my week. Thursday morning, 6:54am. My darling son begins to pack his binder for school. Mind you, his ride is leaving at exactly 7:00am. His binder, which is stuffed full of crushed, folded, miscellaneous papers from his seven subject, eighth grade day will barely close. It’s really a crap shoot most every day to see if he can put Humpty Dumpty back together again – zip it up and GO! In a panic he looks up at me and says, “The zipper is broken!” In the short period of time I try to repair said broken zipper with zero success....more

Long over due

I write to vent, to express, to just be me. I write in class, at work, at home. I write about the once was, here and now but rarely about what may be. I've attempted blogs before but so much faster to pull out my journal however from there it goes back into a purse, drawer, box where it hides all those dreams, fears and realities that I so wish to share.  I want people to see through my eyes, feel my heart race, hear my laughter and sometimes cries and just feel. I want love, understanding, hope that one day things will get better....more


We just passed a milestone. Three years have passed. We had our triennial IEP (individualized education plan) meeting for my twice exceptional boy. Who knew three years ago we would even need an IEP? Back then it terrified me!...more

Ignorance and Self Control

I was in Walmart about a year ago with all four of my children. We had finished our shopping and were now waiting at checkout. My youngest was having a really hard time and was stimming, this is a repetitive behavior that he does to calm himself down. Well, he started spinning and was flapping his hands and I happened to be on the phone with a very supporting mom who also has a son on the Autistic Spectrum. We were talking about how aware we have to be with our children as they don't sense danger....more

Autism: The Diagnosis

I sit here on a Saturday afternoon, while my wonderful husband is out and about with both tots. Eamon visited with a neurodevelopmental pediatrician just this past Wednesday. We had to pay out of pocket for this visit as he was the only doctor in the tri-state area that did not have a waiting list 2 years long or a "not accepting new patients" message. He was wonderfully informative, answered all my questions, and will continue to serve as a great resource. We will receive an official report with recommendations in about 10 days, but he did give me the diagnosis....more

Interview: Autism Parent Jean Winegardner of Stimeyland

Jean Winegardner, a.k.a. Stimey, is a mother to three boys, one of whom -- Jack -- has an autism diagnosis. She is empathetic, endlessly entertaining, and a fine writer. Many autism parenting bloggers identify with Jean, and feel about her the way the younger sister felt about Julia Roberts' character in the movie Notting Hill -- that she is destined to be Our Very Best Friend. Though Jean shares herself and her stories at DC Metro Moms Blog and Washington Times Communities as well as on her personal site Stimeyland, I know some of you want more. Read on. ...more

Jean, you are so articulate, smart, and thoughtful.

Thanks for the great interview, ...more

Time Management

 I don't pat myself on the back often, but I am confident in saying that I'm pretty darn good at time management and organization. Most of the time... okay, some of the time... really all of the time unless you throw a kink into my day, but kinks are thrown my way daily, who am I kidding? ...more

Thinking Like an Aspie or the Real Uses for a Piano

Our weekends have become a festival of stone, brick and mortor. The husband has decided to build walls. He has fixed the flagstone steps and built a wall holding back the mulch from falling over onto his beautiful new steps. But now he has decided to create brick and mortor edgings in the backyard creating yet another architectural landscape. In fact between the fences, stone walls, and hedgings we are very well protected from any invading hordes of Goths and Vandals. But for some reason it got me to thinking about archaeologists....more