All smashed up

All smashed up

Well, I got it all smashed up last night. No, not from hitting a glass ceiling or doing fancy things with avocados. The passenger mirror on our family van. And I did it with an audience – not just two of my boys in the back of the car, but the six or so workmen in the...
Sword at the ready

Sword at the ready

Sword at the ready My youngest sleeps with his sword. Not all the time. Just sometimes. After all, nighttime is when everything is quiet, but our minds can be alarmingly active. Especially when you have ASD and the day just spools through your head, on a rewind-replay...