Category: Autism

My house is in order. But my hands are a mess.

For a moment I can say, “My house is in order.”  I’m pretty sure that this business of being “in order” will last about five minutes. Honestly, I’d really like it to last longer, but I’m not so sure it’s in the cards for my household.  Five minutes is better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, but I’d still like more of this balance and order.  I dunno.  Say, maybe… 20 minutes?  After all, experts say […]

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Math-o-Matic

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Numbers intimidate me. I have never much liked them.  Ever since my father tried to teach me fractions, time and money — all in the same week, numbers became terribly suspicious to me.  For the most part, I managed to stick with most of the concepts presented about cash, as it was drilled over and over into my wee soft head that 25 cents made a quarter.  Pfft!  THIS was easy math: Money made sense/cents to me.  It wasn’t until […]

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Please forgive me, I was hangry.

There is a candy bar commercial whose tagline is “You’re not you when you’re hungry.”  Well, pardon my snarkiness – but I am absolutely ME, when I’m hungry.  However, I’m just the most wicked, “Oh, there will be blood!…” version of me when I’m hungry.  And, if you haven’t seen it, let me paint a picture: It isn’t pretty. I am a person that has to eat.  I have to eat or there will be heck to pay.  It is […]

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Fallon Hotel – Chapter Twenty

Slumber my darling, the birds are at rest The wandering dews by the flowers are caressed Slumber my darling, I’ll wrap thee up warm And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm. Smiling at the “angel family” that now sat in the front seat of her car, Jeri ran her index finger around the smooth soapstone cheeks of the faceless mother, father and child that linked arms for all eternity, thanks to the creative artistic genius of the […]

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Fallon Hotel – Chapter Nineteen

Her arms ached and her head hurt. Jeri had had many moments over the years where she’d had to tussle with Andy during particularly violent tantrums or when she needed to contain his arms and legs in space when necessary, but she had not had to physically drag him away from a location and then carry him such a distance, in a very long time.  The walk back from the Columbia Cemetery sure seemed a lot farther than their walk […]

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Smokey, the Bear.

Some overheard conversations are better than others in my household.  They’re made just a little more delicious when my daughter is home from college, her boyfriend stops by to help to cook dinner and they’re left to entertain my son who has autism — and what the doctors have labeled a language processing disorder (where he actually puts words in a better order than they were originally intended, in my opinion). Allow me to share what was served up this […]

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Fallon Hotel – Chapter Eighteen

The sound of the leaves, rocks and twigs crunching under Andy’s feet mingled with the lively conversation of the birds as he walked through the gates of the Columbia Cemetery, his arms flung out like wings as he picked up the pace and quickly headed to the back of the property.  Normally, Andy was a boy who lived closed in on himself, tucked in and hunkered down, like he was preparing for an outside assault at any moment.  In a […]

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