I Don’t Know How She Does It
I saw an ad for a new movie entitled, I Don’t Know How She Does It. I have a secret to share. She DOESN”T! In…
I saw an ad for a new movie entitled, I Don’t Know How She Does It. I have a secret to share. She DOESN”T! In…
Yesterday morning I dropped Rachel off at a new school. Again. I find it ironic that my child with high anxiety, autism, and apraxia—and the…
How do you define a home? What images come to your mind? Hot meals on a table? Decorating in that style? Stepping over a pile…
Do you like to wait? What goes through your mind when you pick the grocery line that appears the shortest then watch ten other people…
Yesterday I pulled into the driveway and eldest burst into tears. Why? The realtor had put a sign in our yard. It was official. We…
Sundays are always interesting in the Dyer house. And by interesting, I don’t mean fun. When Rachel’s routine is disrupted, she becomes anxious. Anxiety prevents…
It’s summertime! And that means pool time. … I’m not a huge fan of water. Watching it from a quiet beach? Yes! Taking my autistic…
And don’t forget your loved one with autism doesn’t. The first day of summer snuck up on me. School came and went in a blink….
Yesterday I was at a friend’s house chatting while our kids played upstairs. As usual, after only a few minutes, rumblings of discontent reverberated down the…
I’m sure many of you have been through severe weather lately. It probably went something like this; you sit down for dinner only to be…