Since everybody has been passing on all their tips and tricks for parenting and wellness, I decided to take a leap and pass on one of my own.   Actually, I was cleaning out my bathroom closet, ran across this little gadget, and started fondly thinking about all the use it’s gotten over time.  …

  This summer we faced a revolting development.   Our Little Guy has become a teenager.   Now even though I call him “Little Guy” while blogging (because he is my youngest), our son is actually chronologically and physically an adult. He’s 19.   He has developmental delays, and I guess something inside him activated his “dreadful…

Well, no, not really. Little Guy has a few obsessive peeves that just drive him into the stratosphere. One of them is the term “stop”. There is no rhyme or reason to it, it just is—like the fact that he is scared to death of bare feet, even his own. Yeah, I know that’s weird,…

Recently, a clerk (who is also a law student) filed a discrimination suit against major retailer Abercrombie & Fitch. Apparently she was banished to working in the stockroom, because her prosthetic arm didn’t fit in with their “Look Policy” of hip and hoochie.    Go get’em Tiger!   Last year, I read with dismay about a…

While the guys were away visiting, an old friend of mine from the city we used to live in and her husband came to dinner. They’d just dropped off their daughter at camp for a week. There is a fabulous summer program up here in the mountains for kids and adults who have moderate disabilities…