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A funny, curious reflection on how words are created and why we call things what we do. Inspired by The Professor and the Madman, this post explores the origins of language, from “albatross” to “dog,” and all the wonderfully weird…
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Autism, Tylenol, and Vaccines: It Doesn’t Matter What Caused It—I’d Do It All Again
A mother’s reflection on autism, Tylenol, and vaccines—and why love, progress, and acceptance matter more than blame.
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Statistically Speaking… There Are Too Many Clowns
A funny, honest Halloween story about clowns, candy, and raising a neurodiverse kid in a not-so-neurotypical world.
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Maybe We Can Just Call It Marriage
One afternoon, my daughter Mae got into the car after school and said, “Mom, I’m half gay.” I looked at her in mock horror and asked, “Oh my God— which half?” She grinned and said, “The left.” And I replied, “Thank God. If it…
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The In-The-Car Rule: How I Taught My Kid What Not to Say in Public
When my son finally started talking at 4½ years old, he didn’t stop—ever. From silence to a nonstop monologue, I had to come up with a creative way to keep public conversations… appropriate. Enter: The In-The-Car Rule.
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Sweet? Sour? Or Just Honest?
When my mum turned 50, she told me she was going to be more free with her words.“If I want to say it,” she said, “I’m going to say it.” And every five-ish years since, she’s reminded me of that…
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Parenting Is Weird (But We’ve Got This)
Parenting is weird.I think I’ve already said that—but it’s true. One day, you’re a regular adult doing your thing, and the next day? You have a baby named Twinkle. You’re a parent! Congratulations!! And what did you do to qualify…
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Dear Monday, You’re Not That Special
I’m not a fan of Monday holidays. This has been true for me for a long time. It probably dates back to high school. I went to Catholic high school… I know, what were my parents thinking?! A mischief-maker like…
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I Don’t Parent by Committee—Or Shave Other People’s Legs
For the past few years, my husband has bought me sarcastic t-shirts. I have one that says, “Ew, People.” Another reads, “B*tch, I will put you in a trunk and pretend to look for you. Stop playing with me.” And my personal favorite: “Piss me…
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The Remote’s in the Toaster, But I’m Calling It Progress
Adulting is weird, especially at the age of 50.There are days when I think I have life all figured out—that I have all the wisdom in the world. The next day? I realize I’ve put the TV remote in the…
Brain Fog & Brilliance 