Sandwiched between his two autistic brothers, Spencer has never had first dibs on pretty much anything. He has assumed, ie been forced into the role of peace maker, negotiator, soother, sacrificer, sympathizer and protector, ands all before he turned four.
We had been locked in a dead sprint towards the finish line, trying to keep up or catch up, or just not fall. “We just have to get through these last few weeks…” I’d say to myself over and over agains as I ran around finding props for plays, or making cupcakes for the banquet, throwing his white dress shirt into the dryer with a damp towel again and again so he’d appear unwrinkled, care for.
So, It’s my first pandemic, and I have nothing to wear! Don’t be fooled like I was. You know how it is, all your life […]
Jumping is a verb, and goals achieved and destinations reached often take determined action and should be celebrated.
“You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.” – […]
I’m looking for a bank to deposit this cache of sorrow, an impenetrable safe, so a thief can’t steal my hard earned stash, try to […]