Some of you may know the concept of having an ‘elf on the shelf’. Basically the elf is responsible for watching over the children (and parents) and reporting back to Santa on a nightly basis as to the good (or bad) stuff that’s going on. It’s a great way for the big guy up North…
Lately I’ve noticed that I often tear up when confronted with an emotional situation. Not necessarily crying with tears streaming down my cheeks, but rather the typical swelling of the eyes and the need to wipe them on my sleeve. As a typical guy, I still try to hold these types of displays in check.…
The other day I was listening to Frosty the Snowman – for the frickin’ umpteenth time – and thought to myself: “Something isn’t right with this song. Have people ever even thought about the lyrics?”
Text-speak annoys me. Probably more than it should, but what are you going to do? Itz not kewl n it never wuz. I understood there was a need for it at one time. Now? Not so much. u deserve 2 get teazd
In the past when I’ve written about my son Matt and his autism, I’ve tried to focus on his many positives. And why shouldn’t I? He truly is a good little guy; a happy 4-year old boy. He loves his toys, does well in school, laughs a lot, and is as mischievous as any other…
Although I’ve written about my son Matt and his autism in the past, it’s a connection I try not to dwell upon. After all it’s Matt himself, through his own his actions and words, that defines who he is. Yes, he may be autistic, but he’s so much more. Still, there’s no denying his struggles: specifically in communication (speaking) and socialization.