The more I think about it, the more it seems the most heartbreaking breakups (sister, best friends) come down to us both being on the autism spectrum & me thinking I finally found someone I don’t have to mask for, while they thought I owed them the same mask I’d give strangers.
Category: Blog
The Child Bakes
The 13-year-old has spent all morning and afternoon talking on the phone with a friend while playing loud Christmas music and baking. So far, they’ve baked vegetable tarts and orange-cranberry scones. They bring me samples of everything for approval. Yes, I know how lucky I am.
Skeleton Jokes, Apparently
The thirteen-year-old to their dad: “I’m sorry I’m behind on homework and that I keep procrastinating and then bug you with weird inside jokes about skeletons.”
Me: “…that took a turn.”
Writing is a Skill
Fifteen years ago, I struggled to hold myself to the standard of writing 40 words/day of Otters In Space 1.
Now, I easily meet my goal of 500 words/weekday of Otters In Space 4.
Writing is a skill, like playing piano, that can be improved through consistent, mindful practice.
Time for THEM to Listen
We don’t need to change the hearts & minds of fascist bigots. We NEED to take their power away.
But if you really WANT to change their hearts & minds, you need to speak their language—which is power. So again…
Take. Their. Power. Away. Continue reading “Time for THEM to Listen”
Infinite Hugs
The seven-year-old: “I have so many hugs, I have to use one right now. [[rushes over to give me a hug]] I have infinity hugs and I never lose them. When I lose one, I go get another.”
Madalorian S2E2
The Mandalorian S2E2 is the best so far because:
—more Amy Sedaris
—lots of closeups of Baby Yoda & Baby Yoda doing things
—Frog lady!!!! hopping!!!
—spider eggs & giant spider
Also, this episode is further proof that The Mandalorian is FURRY FICTION.
Tidbits from an Inflection Point
Anyone disappointed Trump lost can fucking go to hell.
The thirteen-year-old was already awake when I woke up, waiting outside my door, and when they saw I was awake, whispered, “We did it,” and then came in and gave me the longest hug. #BidenHarris2020 Continue reading “Tidbits from an Inflection Point”
When Time Stopped
Well, here we are on the third day of Tuesday in the ninth month of March…
Winning is Not Enough
[Note: I compose on Twitter, because I find that to be a more useful forum overall. So, this post keeps growing, because it’s a compilation of a quasi-viral Twitter thread I keep adding to.]
It was never going to be a landslide. Continue reading “Winning is Not Enough”