The Other

Raising Autism 301 I have a family member who has a perfect child. By perfect I mean socially, physically, intellectually, creatively, emotionally, naturally ideal. She was a straight A student, played the violin at almost a prodigy level, is perfectly formed according to modern ideals, absolutely gorgeous, sweet, unaffected, thoughtful, loyal, dynamic. She has noContinueContinue reading “The Other”

The Truth

into the Wilderness: Story 27 Catina and I just finished listening to the Podcast musical “36 Questions,” featuring Jessie Shelton and Jonathan Groff (you may remember him as King George in “Hamilton”). Told in 3 Acts, the musical features a divorcing couple grappling with a broken relationship, lies and second chances using the 36 questionsContinueContinue reading “The Truth”

You’ll Be Okay

Into the Wilderness: Story 20 I held a cup of ice chips in my hand, spooning each glistening piece into my mouth to melt slowly. On the television, Tom the Turkey, the Macy’s Parade mascot, floated by. Chuck lounged in a stiff recliner next to my bed. It was Thanksgiving 2018, and I was waitingContinueContinue reading “You’ll Be Okay”

No Drama

Into the Wilderness: Story 17 Catina flung the car door open and collapsed onto the seat. School had just finished and the late afternoon light slashed through the windows and across her face. She wrapped her arms around her and scrunched down, lifting her feet onto the dashboard. She was clearly unhappy. I waited. InContinueContinue reading “No Drama”

Slow burn

Into the Wilderness: Story 10 Five couples, two single fathers, a single mom and an aunt- we were all seated in a wood paneled B&B living room on over-stuffed country sofas and chairs, mostly staring at our fidgeting or folded hands in our laps. We were together because we had something in common- our teensContinueContinue reading “Slow burn”

Seesaw

Into the Wilderness: Story 9 Photo by Mike Anderson on Pexels.com “Good job, mom.” When a child graduates high school with honors, gets into a good college, becomes a high-earning professional, or achieves a special award, I will, like many, credit the mom. I know the nights of walking the floor with a screaming infantContinueContinue reading “Seesaw”