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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Problem With Autism (Sometimes) Is Calling Everything A Problem

Please take this survey! The post begged. They were researchers looking for information from parents of children on the autism spectrum. 

Specifically, they wanted to know about the way we handled certain aspects of behavior that were common to children on the spectrum: decreased eye contact, fixation, perceived lack of interaction.

Notice I use the word "perceived," I wish they had.

See, my problem with the survey was that certain words were being used over and over. One of those words was lack.

Does your child lack coping skills? Does your child show a lack of interaction?

Pre-autism me would have answered those questions with a definite yes. But you see, I've since learned to speak autism. To hear it, even when it can't find the right words, or say them in the right way, with the right facial expression. Even when the words won't come at all.

Monday, June 29, 2015

11 Great YouTube Channels That Will Eat Your Life

You Weren't Planning On Doing Anything Today, Were You?

At some point over this last weekend, I got directed to a cool YouTube video that led me to another and another and eventually I'm watching some weird series on giraffes in the wild Serengeti and it's seven hours later. I was sucked down the YouTube hole, and time had no meaning anymore.

And since today is Monday and we're all back at work (well, you are - I'm home with a sick kid), I figured I'd keep you from your assigned tasks by leading you down the primrose path to YouTube land myself.

Here's a list of some really awesome life-eating, time-stealing channels you can watch on YouTube:

Friday, June 26, 2015

Love Is Love - Whether You Expected It Or Not

[Photo: Getty Images - Mark Wilson]

When my daughter was born, I had all kinds of visions of the future.

She'd be beautiful, of course. And smart. Mustn't forget smart. And someday, I'd be helping her dress for her first dance, taking pictures of her and the lucky guy who had her on his arm.

Well, two out of three happened. Because this year, her eighth grade year, she went to her first formal dance, with her girlfriend.

Her girlfriend, who is a girlfriend.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Minor Annoying Things Guaranteed To Make You BatSh*t Crazy

This week has been a never-ending list of annoying things. I have a good friend who refers to this phenomenon as "a confluence of irritants." I have a very long list, but two of them are relatively minor:
  • I'm wearing shoes that squeak for some reason every time I walk today.
  • I have a bug bite in the center of my back that brushes against my chair every so often.

Those two things are annoying me to the point of madness. Seriously.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Writer's Block Is Only One Obstacle

Did you come out to the porch to write?
We can help you write!
Is there room on your lap for me?
Next to the laptop maybe?
Instead of the laptop maybe?
And while we sit
He can sing you the song of his people
Or give you a demonstration
Of feline schizophrenia and agility
While chasing that butterfly
Just outside the screen
We can help.
We can help you write.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

My Life Is Becoming An Untranslatable Word #amwriting #TuesdayThoughts

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I actually came across this list of untranslatable words some time ago and planned to write a blog post about one, but I found that I related to too many of them on some level or another.

For instance, there's Fernweh (pictured above) - feeling homesick for a place you've never been to. I found that happening just recently as I did some research for a book. The more I learned about the place, the more I yearned for it. I still do.

Ireland...someday. Someday, Ireland.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Keep Your Body Fluids To Yourself, Please (Unless Invited)

That particular sign appeared on the door of a mini-market, and I feel their pain. I spent some years in retail after college, and I can't tell you how much gross, sweaty money I had to handle in the summertime. 

And believe me, money is dirty enough. If you're a retail, restaurant or bank worker you know what I mean. I used to finish my shift with blackened hands, and that was even in the colder months. Summer? Fuhgeddaboudit.