Holiday Follow Up. No One Died.

Welp. all praises to tiny baby Jesus that Christmas is over. Next year will be different.  I can’t change that my autistic daughter loves the holiday, and associates it with travel and visiting people…and seriously I should be thrilled that she has any happy memories considering all I can remember from her childhood are the […]

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Holidays Can Suck it.

The holidays are a time for family which is absolutely horrific on the face of it, it’s just a little worse if you have  a family member with behavioral issues. Here’s the  truth: No one is excited about seeing my adult autistic daughter this Christmas.  I’m about to drive over 1,100 miles round trip with […]

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Excavating your kid’s life

24 years ago I became the mother of twins.  They were gorgeous, full term bright-eyed girls who looked nothing alike. One had piercing, dark blue almond eyes and a very serious expression, the other had big, round grey blue eyes and was always looking beyond you. The round-eyed baby was etherial and her eyes would […]

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Your Game, Your Rules.

I just came home from a steamy and damp writing workshop in the woods. It was intense for many reasons not the least of which is that it really was intense. The workshop was facilitated by the amazing life guru Lynda Barry and the more low key yet still as amazing writer Dan Chaon. We […]

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Oh, Tony! We Hardley Knew Ye.

Anthony Bourdain hung himself; unbelievably believable. I did not know the man, only watched his shows and bought his books (and never read them).  He was enchanting if for nothing than his refreshing honesty. Yeah yeah yeah, I know. I’m a crank. But the word “royals” just …will never go down easy. Only person I […]

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Lowered Expectations

I don’t know who Paul Thompson is but he has written what sounds like an awesome book,  Aim Low: A Story About Lowered Expectations.  I  may read it, or listen to it or whatever I have to do to consume this material.  I’m still slogging through the end of Vulgar Favors—the rest of the book […]

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