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Cholley
His name is Charlie. I call him Cholley (rhymes with trolley). He is divine. A miracle incarnate. And I’m not referring to his resemblance to a cherub. The first thing you might experience if you encounter my grand baby is a ROAR. He wants to impress us and so he roars like a dinosaur. He […]
MoreSleepless in Decatur
This afternoon I posted on instagram a photo of a poster I made. I taped this poster to the window of my classroom, that way when teachers walk down the hallway, they might read my viewpoint. This is my protest to the way some of the kids in our class were treated today. It was […]
MoreI’m not quitting again Or Neurodivergent Holidays
I’m like those athletes who claim they are retiring but just want a better contract or cannot handle actual real life so they keep going back to football or golf or reality television. I am going to write even though those submissions people did not give me a fat contract. I will write here for […]
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What can I Possibly read after the Dutch House?
Tom Hanks read it to me in my car. It was so lovely of him to do that for me. To sit by my side and read for over twelve hours. And to put his love and feeling into the chapters. And the way he announced each new chapter with a zing in his voice. […]
MoreNotes From Condoland
As the pandemic started Jan. 2020, I called Marcus Autism Center in search of resources, I was put on a waiting list. Different problem behaviors occurred in our house. I called my pediatrician… What is it like to raise a child with a disability? How many times have you thought they should get that child […]
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