Let me preface this by saying that I may come back to this for more details at some other point. I left my notebook in the car and I’m damn tired. Upon arriving at my grandmother’s house, she already had my martini ingredients out. She’s a wonderful lady. I only ate two jars of olives there… well, maybe three. She made spaghetti for us, and although I requested she put some aside for me before she added the meat, she forgot. Then she told me to pick out the noodles away from...
My youngest son was diagnosed with Autism in 2004, and again in Fall of 2008. In between those diagnoses, he was considered developmentally delayed or “on the spectrum.” In short, my son is autistic, he is on the autism spectrum in a little place they like to call Asperger’s. At least, that’s what its being called this year. What this means, in real life, is that my son is a little strange. Aside from gross and fine motor skills being delayed (but getting better all the time,...
I don’t eat meat. I think its cruel and it took me many decades to finally resolve myself to take a personal stance against meat factories. I’ve not knowingly eaten meat itself for almost a year and a half now and I’m proud of that. I’m not a vegetarian. I’m not a vegan. I’m not even a member of PETA. I just don’t eat meat. I have a child who is on the autism spectrum. Depending on which way the wind blows, he can be called autistic, a sensory kid, a Crystal...
