This is an excellent and insightful post about autism, well worth a read.
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Five Senses of Motherhood
To quote and adapt from Shakespeare: “Did my eyes see till now?” “Did my skin feel till now?” etcetera.
My husband emerges from the walk-in closet, sporting a pair of wrinkled green dress pants and a collared shirt that can only be described as candy apple red. “Does this match?” he asks with a note of uncertainty, standing before me like a contestant on the firing line of What Not to Wear. I respond …
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The Thing All Women Do That You Don’t Know About
I hate that I have to deal with this and my Wee One. I have to protect her from it, to the extent that I’m able, teach her about it, help her name it, help her learn, see her deal with in. I hate it.
There’s this thing that happens whenever I speak about or write about women’s issues. Things like dress codes, rape culture and sexism. I get the comments: Aren’t there more important things to worry about? Is this really that big of a deal? Aren’t you being overly sensitive? Are you sure you’re being rational about this?
Every. Single. Time.
And every single time I get frustrated. Why don’t they get it?
I think I’ve figured out why.
They don’t know.
They don’t know about de-escalation. Minimizing. Quietly acquiescing.
Hell, even though women live it, we are not always aware of it. But we have all done it.
We have all learned, either by instinct or by trial and error, how to minimize a situation that makes us uncomfortable. How to avoid angering a man or endangering ourselves. We have all, on many occasions, ignored an offensive comment. We’ve all…
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Steampunk Mixed Media Collages by Finnabair
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This eMORFES post highlights the beautiful and inspiring work of a collage artist. Do you just wanna go out and create something now? That’s how I get when I look closely at other people’s work. My own usually falls short, but…
No Take Backs, Only Do Overs
If you were able to relive one day from the last 12 months, which day would it be — and why?
The day the Wee One was born was probably the biggest day of my life, but I don’t think that’s the day I would do over.
The 90’s Called, and They Want Me To Come Back
A friend of mine went to a 90’s party this past week. Get that? A 90’s party. Like we used to go to 60’s parties or 80’s parties. Dressing up like the “90’s” is a thing now.
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ALERTS TO THREATS IN EUROPE: BY JOHN CLEESE
Is This Real, or Surreal?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
This experience is maybe not the most surreal I’ve had (surreal: having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre). Waking up from a coma was pretty bizarre, some experiences i’ve had with my homeless clients are outrageous, and the whole pregnancy thing was pretty out there (for me),
This one is so something completely new: I turned in my notice at work. So much of my identity is tied up as a social worker with homeless addicts. I’ve done it for 10 years, and thought I’d spend my whole adult life spirit. I know I can go back, it’s just not how I pictured. For better or worse, who I’m becoming is not who I thought I’d be. So far, I think it’s for better.
I stand quietly
How to see love? how to see strength? This post moved me in a way that only simple and profound writing can, and I want to help the writer spread information about a condition that affects so many people.
I stand quietly while you do somersaults on the bed as you aren’t being naughty, you are just trying to get your out of sync body under control.
I stand quietly by the toilet door every time you need to go, and come with you around the house, and sometimes even just across the room, because I know you can feel truly frightened when you are not near me.
I stand quietly at the supermarket checkout while everyone stares at you barking like a dog and blowing raspberries on my arms to cope with the buzzing lights.
I stand quietly while you tell the baffled shop owner that you are looking for shoes that feel hard like splintered wood because your skin can’t bear soft things.
I stand quietly when the attendant gives us scornful looks when I ask for the key to the disabled toilet because the hand dryer…
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Daddies Doin’ Work
I want to share another website I found, an Instagram account called Daddy Doin’ Work. In a way, I don’t like the title of the account, because it seems a little patronizing – of course daddies work.

