Category Archive: hope

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

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

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

Dance

“Why bother?” Staring in the bathroom mirror, I asked myself. “Why bother attempting a family vacation?” The scratches across my forehead and neck made me question myself. Traveling with autism presents many unique… Continue reading

What the F##k?

There I sat in disbelief. On the cold travertine tile surrounding the toilet flange, I chiseled away. Once again, brother-in-law Brett broke the commode. Although forty-five, he remains eternally twelve. Pulsating through the sewer pipes, Brett’s… Continue reading

Traditions

Traditions–we all have them. Good or bad, they’re a part of who we are. To me Halloween will always mean carving pumpkins with Cade while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas. My job at… Continue reading

Without a Voice

  It had been happening almost every day. And this morning was no exception. Cade’s allergies have been relentless. “Ugggh.” Cade grunted on the couch. The painful, frustrated sound could be heard all… Continue reading