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A decade of motherhood and still growing
Most people wouldn’t choose this sunflower at the florist. They would want one with a straight stalk that they could put in a vase and admire. A sunflower fully fringed with petals. A sunflower that conformed in all ways to the expectations set forth on the seed packet. Behind it,Read More
Dear Monday: How do I love thee? Three ways (& counting)
ello, my name is Cari, and I love Mondays. (Soliloquy, from podium.) i, Cari! (Imagined group response, in unison.) Based on prevailing attitudes, my imaginary Monday lovers support group probably will stay there, well out of the realm of reality.* Monday malaise varies with employment status and/or satisfaction, age andRead More
It’s not you. It’s me.
emember Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, how he melted down if his daily Jeopardy viewing was threatened? That’s extreme Exhibit A of how autistic people rely on routine. But as we mark Snow Day No. 7 today (really a Cold, Blowing and Drifting Day, as there’s no new snow) IRead More