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Things you find yourself saying as a parent:

“Jellyfish are actually not known for their prognosticatory abilities.”

No? Really? It’s just me? Well, okay then.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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”

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.”

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.

Anyone disappointed Trump lost can fucking go to hell.

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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”

Well, here we are on the third day of Tuesday in the ninth month of March…