I just read this article online. I had to express myself. My first reaction was a knee-jerk and rather annoyed one. However, my second reaction was more controlled and contemplative. My child is neurodivergent. But that's not all that he's about. He's an eye-rolling, shaggy-haired teen. He was the most beeyootiful baby in the whole... Continue Reading →
Retroblogging#23
Another one that caught my eye from the days of yore... Right from the time my son was born, I was struck by how delicate he was. I knew babies are vulnerable and helpless but this one seemed to embody those qualities and more. He was a thin baby, weighing just on this side of... Continue Reading →
Reflections at 4:47 am.
I'm up. Again. I'll be useless by 11 am unless I have 2 super-duper coffees (one of them black) in the first half of the day. I don't mind waking up ahead of time. I like the near-solitude that the apartment offers. The offspring is sleeping in some odd modernistic dance pose and the husband... Continue Reading →