A Video Journey into Cade’s World — Please Watch.

In my family we like to do things differently. Different in many ways. Different but not less. Please join me on a journey into my son Cade’s world. A journey into the world… Continue reading

Life is Short

Oh how I wish that Cade would stop picking his skin. This phase of his is driving me nuts. The slightest bump or blemish is poked and pulled until the remaining wound meets… Continue reading

Manuscript Submitted. Wish me Luck.

So I just submitted my manuscript to my first round of literary agents. I plan on getting back to writing regular posts to my blog now that I’ve completed this monstrous task. The… Continue reading

You Farted

“Nana…” Standing in line at the Walmart checkout counter, Cade calls for my sister Iris’s attention, “You want a candy.” By “you,” Cade means himself. Everyone else says “you” when referring to him.… Continue reading

When Nothing Else Matters

Patch — Spackle — Sand — Prime — Paint. That’s how it’s done. Trust me on this one. It was 2:00 am. Cade just kicked a two foot hole into  the wall next… Continue reading

Being the Bigger Person

There’s a couple seats near the front of the theater, aisle seats nonetheless. The perfect spot for a trip to the movies with Cade. Outings with autism are best when carefully planned. Our… Continue reading

Pulling the Trigger

We had just finished hauling our waste to the county recycling center. It’s one of the little things I do to save money. Rather than pay a monthly fee for garbage pickup service,… Continue reading

The Greatest of the Great

It is with heavy heart that I announce our recent loss. Aunt Delores was an amazing woman. She was loving and witty; but most of all she was Aunt Delores. There’s really no… Continue reading

Canned Peaches

“You know what else everybody likes? Parfaits! Have you ever met a person, you say, ‘Let’s get some parfait,’ they say, ‘Hell no, I don’t like no parfait.’? Parfaits are delicious!” In my… Continue reading

Unconditional Love

“Oooh…” Walking toward the couch Cade murmured. “You don’t sit on the glass.” Like a bandit with a guilty conscience, Cade proceeded to give himself away. “Now you broke it.” Unfortunately, I knew… Continue reading