(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
Also, wtf is a book job, Nanc?
You know what, forget it. I don’t even care.
2 days, 19 hours
One of the most basic needs we all have is to communicate what we feel, think, experience, need, wish to give, and wish to get etc. 1,319 more words
3 days, 19 hours
The Lefthander's Path
I’ve previously discussed my problems with the term “privilege”. I think there are basic human rights that every person should have, regardless of gender/race/ethnicity/class et al. 694 more words
4 days, 12 hours
Like any good ’80s born young adult, I watched quite a lot of Friends.
When the series finale aired right after my freshman year of college, three girlfriends and I raced to the phone during the commercials, calling each other round-robin style. 566 more words
5 days, 13 hours
So, tonight our in-home counselor suggested that in addition to ADHD, possibly our girl is a little OCD.
I said, “Maybe so. Or maybe she’s P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D.” 93 more words
6 days, 7 hours
Never a Place
When I asked my host mom if she could think of any sayings unique to Spain, she jokingly quoted Forrest Gump: “la vida es como una caja de chocolates… 737 more words
Emma's Hope Book
(A note on Emma’s post. Because this is a fictitious dialogue that Emma wrote, for clarity’s sake, I asked her if it was okay to put the Autistic person’s words and thoughts in italics and the non autistic’s words in quotation marks. 235 more words