Full Spectrum Mama

I’ve often said I’ve never in G’s entire life wanted to hit him. Until yesterday. Leaving Pardner’s basketball game at the rec center, ...

I recently read a book review by a person with sensory processing differences bemoaning a new compilation of essays by people on the spect...

Sensory processing differences make Blankets a big challenge for some. While my son, G, uses the same comforter year-round and is steaming ...

My gal A and I love to have Spectrum Fests at a nearby lake where we talk feminism and injustice (our shared special interests) and our b...

Pardner grew up in predominantly African-American neighborhoods. I was born in Panama and grew up spending time in Panama City and the Dari...

Every time we have a Silent Contest (a.k.a. “Mom’s only time to not hear talking all day”), G brings up the time his sister and cousin stol...

For Nephy. My gal Fern came last weekend with her two-month-old baby who was adopted at birth. He is a mellow little dude, easily soothe...