I’ve definitely been rolling around in the mud of self-pity, sorry, and fear lately. I’ve also been wearing an Christmas-sweater-ugly cloak of anger. I’m not really out of this hole yet, to be sure. But Max is having a better day. So I thought it wise to write something nice so that anyone reading this…
Once a site for my own confessions about being a mom of an autistic son. Now a site where we can both share our writing.
