I wasn't a fan of morning until I had teenagers, that changed me. Now they’re adults, and I’m left with these weird habit of waking at 6am whether I want to or not. I prefer vanilla to chocolate, red wine to white, and have a newly-acquired passport I’m putting to good use.
I have grown children and a couple elderly pets. I became a widow at the ripe old age of forty thanks to a fucked up disease called non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. Bob was an amazing man and the love of my life for twenty-one years. I will always miss him. My kids will always miss him. That's just how it works. Grief doesn't occur in stages; it's circular, has waves, is unpredictable, and the hole left by a loss heals, but it's still a hole.
Because of my son, I know more than I want to about Asperger and Tourette Syndromes. I don't think autism needs to be cured. I do think that autistic spectrum disorders are more likely orders—another way of being in this world. If you meet him, you probably won't notice either "syndrome" right away, and maybe not at all. I’ve learned a lot since I first started writing about Autism here, and I’m sure I’d cringe at some of my early thoughts as we navigated our way through it all. Kind of like life. We learn. We do better.
I am an information junkie. I see the big picture and the minutiae. I love nothing more than hunting for The Thing That Cannot Be Found.
My children attended a private Montessori school for over seven years, then homeschooled (unschooled) for the next four. Now, Peanut is a bio-major at our alma mater, and Bug is working and living on his own about a mile away from me.
I think too hard to find laundry enjoyable, but I do it anyway. I enjoying cooking, but don't follow recipes. My favorite thing to cook is something fabulous with what's already on hand. I read half of many books, and all of others.
Since Bob's passing, I was blessed to find love again. I never dreamed I'd be so fortunate, but life is meant to be lived, and I found a man who felt the same way. For a period of time, we were Better Together, and it was an extraordinary experience that I do not regret.
As the next chapter of my life unfolds, I face it as I face every chapter—I land on my feet, face it head-on, and embrace it with some Fuck Yeahs, friends, and family.
I don’t write here much anymore, but I know there are friends and family who like to pop by and revisit the past. This is for you.