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
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
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
“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
“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
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
I love my Nana the most Nana the most Nana the most I love my Nana the most Yes I do “Nana” is what Cade calls my sister Iris. Yes, she taught him this… Continue reading
This was the tone shortly after midnight. If you are reading out loud please put ear muffs on your little ones. The following was from a post I made on Facebook at 1:00 a.m. this… Continue reading
“Do you want to build a snowman?” Sitting quietly on the couch, Cade gazed out the window. Sadly I watched as he missed out on the winter fun. “I am sure he would… Continue reading