I am a recovered drunk/addict who woke up from that lifestyle's self-imposed coma one day and realized I wasted an IQ of 155 on trying to forget a childhood and teenage life that I had no idea was not going to be permanent. I realize, in many ways, that the last time I was sober, … Continue reading The Cartoon Parent Manifesto
Hi. You don't know me. And if you do, you don't remember my name. But you do remember that I am a 30-year-old writer and my kid has high-functioning autism because I mentioned those things first. At lightening speed. You have already seen a lot of her support team; two of her grandmothers so far (yes, … Continue reading Open Letter to Parents From a Socially Awkward Mom for September 2017
I don't even know where to begin. My entire writing career that I have been building took a slight wrong turn into a tree (luckily it wasn't speeding and can be saved). I have published a video on my Facebook page outlining things. I am also actually reaching out on account of my limited online … Continue reading The Final Re-launch
I think I am going to start by acknowledging that I am just going to have times where I can't write. I am going to forgive myself for them right now. What will matter is that I always find my way back here. To help me. To help any of you. That's why I write. … Continue reading Updates and Insights and Progress, Oh My.
A poem. Because sometimes that is the best way to get it across. It isn't much easier to raise a woman now. Progress in some areas, a lack of decency and sense in others. But if you are out there doing it, mom/mom-to-be, just be the best and most authentic you that you can be. … Continue reading On Raising Women
Imagine I was in a room full of other special needs parents. There are the persistent ones that send shivers through the spines of the PTA. There are the misinformed, the ones that are trying to balance too much and miss steps along the way. There are the ones that ask too many questions and … Continue reading True Parenting
I poured boiling water on my hand last week while I was making French press coffee. My phone cracked into pieces and I watched the calls I had been waiting for flash across the shattered screen, unable to answer them. I found out a childhood friend passed away before I was able to finish my … Continue reading Laughter