Not a master soap maker. Not a professional photographer. I’m not an expert hiker. I’m not even a skilled carpenter. I am getting pretty good at dropping beads when I make sun catchers though. Anyway, I do them, something, ALL of the time. I can not dare express to you the times that I wish/wished I was “SOMETHING”. By this I mean good at, accomplished, outstanding or first-rate at something. Continue reading The Love Of Hobbies (Cause Math Stinks)
What was known about high-functioning Autism in 1988? Not much, nor was it commonplace to be able to look at it for a diagnosis in toddler years. It took many years for that diagnosis, but in 1990 you begin to realize that the typical learning behaviors of children are not the same for your child.
In 1988 the ultrasounds were simple, bare minimum, photos of the Continue reading My Son
“Nana lunch is ready.” I tell her, just a bit loudly from the kitchen so she can hear me.
“Alright, I be right there.” I hear in return. In her soft sweet, low tone, squeaky little voice. Continue reading Staring Down The Night Of Day IX
I had the day off, everyone appreciates and welcomes that.
Cleaning and playing were the normal thing on days off. Mom would come by sometimes after work. She didn’t want to be left out of play time. Continue reading Spooks Anonymous V
“Wake up Nana, are you up?” as I ask, I know she isn’t as she is still laying in the bed.
She always grins this large enormous glorious grin when you go in and holds her hand out for your to hold while you chat the morning up-to-dates. Unless she really didn’t sleep well, then it’s along the line of, closed eyes, groggy voice, and a slight “I’m still sleepy” in such a low tone. Continue reading Staring Down The Night of Day VIII
Night time was so peaceful and quiet in our little trailer, on the hill, in the woods. The kids playing in the house or outside was the loudest noise we ever really heard except for when my dad would come up on the tractor. Continue reading Spooks Anonymous IV
“Good morning” I greet Sherry when I get to her house.
She responds “No, not really, it isn’t” in a very matter of fact tone.
I just stand there, waiting for her to begin the explanation. Although, I do have a pretty clear idea who has caused this discordant response without being told. Continue reading Staring Down The Night Of Day VII
“I have to run to Walmart for a few things before I go to Nana’s”
It’s Sunday evening, breezing through the isles, just looking basically. Sherry has to be at work early in the morning, so I will be spending the night at Nana’s tonight. Sherry can sleep upstairs in her actual Continue reading Staring Down The Night Of Day VI