Writing the good read
When I was a child, a weekend loomed like a vast expanse of free time. As a single working mom, the weekend looms as a vast expanse of chores and to-do lists. So when I was asked to be a part of a parent panel teaching would be teen volunteers about life with an autistic…
I’ve been accused many times of being a Mama Bear when it comes to my son. When it’s said, it is tossed at me as an insult. But I don’t take it that way. I stand a little taller. My son was diagnosed as mildly autistic right around the time he was three. At the…
Some days, I don’t know how to be a good parent. I have a nearly 13-year-old boy, on the verge of puberty, who already has surges of testosterone that make him difficult and mouthy and mean in a way that my sweet boy of yore never was before. And this boy is autistic. He has…