Two in Transition

Daughter Dearest opened her refrigerator to make herself some breakfast this week, only to discover a pan of chicken feet lying in wait on t...

You would think we would know how to play Adventures in Community College Land by now. Maybe not. It's a tricky one, this game--a li...

I confess. I screen the telemarketers. Given that son FF's phone skills are less than sparkling, and his tolerance for people asking him...

Both of my children perch precariously on the higher functioning end of the autism spectrum (often, of course, not-so-higher-functioning). A...

Last semester FF was dutifully (not a word I often apply to him) doing his homework for his Intro to Sociology course at the local community...

I've spent the holidays subjected to FF and my husband as they second guess the refs, coach from the couch, and discuss which quarterbac...

When I kick the bucket, I'll know instantly that I've gone to the wrong place if I hear the non-lilting falsetto strains of ...