Recently, while I was rinsing shampoo out of my hair, a huge scorpion climbed out of the shower drain and onto my foot. I didn’t run out of the house naked screaming, “Burn it down! Burn it down!”….but I came close.
Fifteen years ago, I worked in the film industry and had regular interactions with actual celebrities. I still like to say, “Oh, I know him!” when people talk about so-and-so’s latest movie. I try to make it sound like we just grabbed lunch last week. It’s not obnoxious at all. At all.
I was 35 when I got pregnant with my first child, and the doctor wrote the word “GERIATRIC” across her report at my initial appointment. So there’s that.
I am a Marriage and Family Therapist. I have worked with people deep in the Oakland ghettos and uber-wealthy people and all types in between. I promise I am not psychoanalyzing you in casual conversation.
My husband really is my best friend. We joke that it’s because we have no other friends. Then we laugh too hard and quickly text people to prove that we really do have friends. Then we wait anxiously for them to text us back. Check him out! http://www.simonreadbooks.com
He’s an author and he’s kinda hot. But also, he does things like this in the middle of Target.
I’ve always been a writer, and always wanted to be a real writer.
There is no autism in either of our family trees, so how both of our kids got it is a mystery.
I put off starting this blog for a long time because I was afraid people really only wanted to read special needs bloggers who were:
NEVER BITTER—ALWAYS SWEET!
Yeah…I’m not there yet.
But you know, I like reading people who tell the truth about the hard parts, because it makes me feel less alone. I’m hoping some of you feel the same.