The autistic son:
My autistic son.. Dane is born to the wrong era. he should have been a sheik or arabian prince, beloved by many, beholded to none. He cares more for the girls in his life, (his ladies) and gives up more for us than any woman deserved. He shares his friendships and his life. Always ready to rub your shoulders when your down. And here in the midst of winter, he prays for spring so that his ladies…
Screw you, autism!
This is a personal letter to my son’s autism, and I hope it is received and taken to heart by the blackhearted bastard.
Dear Dane’s Autism:
He said he wanted to be a Doctor today.
He said “Dr. Dane Herrman. Hmmm. Mama I’ll be saying that a lot.”
You will have no hold over him.
Someday you will have no hold over me.
Yours in hatred,
Lisa
Halloween
My sweet daughter, in her excitement over halloween, asked me about some of the nocturnal ghoulies in the halloween stories she is reading. In her sweet little pink sparkling world, the inky black that stalks the night is stark contrast to the images she keeps in her pristine heart. Her mother, damaged and stained, struggled to put a friendly spin on the haunting and bloodthirsty tales that susta…