Month: September 2015

Classrooms

I teach my English 2010 writing classes in a labyrinthine building with exposed concrete walls throughout. It has a circa 1979 vibe—dark, narrow hallways; windowless classrooms; industrial labs devoted to woodworking et al; and, unexpectedly, the dance and theatre departments. It’s creepy AND flamboyant. I arrive on campus before dawn twice weekly and make my way through the university building…

Word Life

Jack colored the carpet on the stairs with dark slashes of black crayon. He shoved eight slices of bread into the crevices of the couch. He knocked over a soda on the rug. He voided on his bedroom floor. He left eighteen candy wrappers underfoot. He head-butted me with brute force when I didn’t instantly retrieve candy for him because…

Not THAT kind of a blog

I sat in a tiny waiting room the other night with three moms as we waited for our children to finish social skills class.  One of the unexpected perks of special-needs parenting is meeting women who are sassy, hilarious, tough, genuine, and stripped of pretension by the crucible of raising our unusual children. There is an instant rapport in many…

The Good Weekend

Alright, I feel that my last post demands some penance. It was irritating and depressive. I need to not post on the eve of a weekend, when historically the crap gets real. Sometimes you (meaning me) attempt humor and it’s just sad and also not funny. Anyway, the weekend is done and we made it through. I came through with…

The Post Where I Give Self-Help Advice LOL

There is this thing I do that I really need to stop doing. Because it is so very stupid. Whenever a weekend or a holiday approaches, I start to daydream about how I would spend the weekend or holiday if the constraints of autism and cognitive delay weren’t the determining factors of How We Do Things Around Here. If there…

Morning

I walked to my car after teaching my classes this morning through dappled sunlight and shade, and I thought: A) Going to work is SO MUCH EASIER than raising children at home. The end. B) Teaching part time is fun. C) I can’t tell if I am a good teacher yet. I’m still finding my rhythm. D) Attending meetings about…

Welcome to Mortality

You know how people always say that they wish children came with a handbook, like a big How to Successfully Raise Your Particular Child, in Precise Terms kind of a book?  Maybe everyone doesn’t say it, but I have been known to say it. Because it would be REALLY NICE  to simply follow an owner’s manual at times, instead of…

Tiny Letters: September 1

Dear 5:15 AM, Who knew that I could like you? See you every T/Th, Me     Dear English 2010 classes I teach, You’re darling. And smart. And really young. I like you guys, Me     Dear Jack, Too much poo tonight. Waaaay too much poo. No more, Me     Dear book club, Thank you for the billions…