The Story of Autismland (#614)
24 February 2007
About two weeks ago---the day a winter storm coated the roads in ice and slush---my computer screen froze in the midst of loading my homepage.... Read more →
About two weeks ago---the day a winter storm coated the roads in ice and slush---my computer screen froze in the midst of loading my homepage.... Read more →
Translations, the play by Irish playwright Brian Friel that Jim and I saw on Tuesday night in Manhattan, takes place in 1833 in rural Ireland... Read more →
I have been feeling guilty-----because Charlie hasn't practised the piano since Monday. He has been spending his days with my parents (aquarium yesterday, train into... Read more →
When one parent of autistic child meets another parent of an autistic child, there is an instant bond. You and the other parent may have... Read more →
The curtain rose to reveal a man and a woman sitting opposite each other and very close as he moved his lips in exaggerated fashion... Read more →
On a walk to the train this morning, we heard the sound of barking behind and from above. Charlie stopped stamping chunks of snow and... Read more →
Blue blanket, three squishy sensory pillows in green and blue, a toy snowman, the CHARLIE book, green squishy ball, a miniature pair of flip-flops belonging... Read more →
One of my aunts sent me a Chinese New Year's email in.......Chinese. I was able to read most of the words without a dictionary: I... Read more →
"Mahm!" Charlie said Thursday night, lying on the couch with one hand under his head and the other pointed at his mouth and, more specifically,... Read more →
For the first several minutes of story-telling at our town library tonight, Charlie hummed while sitting on his gray carpet rectangle. Not his loudest motor-revving-up... Read more →
I noticed the gap in the lower right front of Charlie's mouth when he smiled this afternoon: A tooth (a canine, from the diagram the... Read more →
Everything we had planned for this afternoon and evening being cancelled due to the impending winter storm, Charlie and I found ourselves at Target and,... Read more →
I don't think it will surprise you to know that obsidere, the Latin root word of "obsession," means "besiege"----especially if you have every spent any... Read more →
The first thing we saw when we got to the pool was a very large colored ball being batted around the water by kids Charlie's... Read more →
.... love the detour. Take the longest route between two points, since the journey is the thing, a notion to which, contaminated by the Zen-fascist... Read more →
That is probably going to go down as my Most Randomest Title ever, but once it came into my head, it has stuck. (For the... Read more →
After what I will refer to as the Wrecking of the Tapes, I have been waiting for Charlie to have a Delayed Reaction. People talk... Read more →
There were five cassette tapes, one with a priceless interview with information for the book on the New Jersey/New York waterfront that Jim is finishing,... Read more →
"See, aych, ay, are, ell, eye, ee!" "What does it spell?" I asked. Charlie fixed his eyes on the seven red capital letters on the... Read more →
Remember Harold and his purple crayon? Harold draws his way in and out of a series of adventures---a dragon, a sailboat, a picnic of pies,... Read more →