Tag: autism

"God talked to me today"

Cristina Cordova — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 14:10:01 -0500

The first time it happened, he was sitting in the kitchen behind me.

I was at the counter cutting vegetables for dinner when my older son said, "When God talked to me earlier today, before I went to school..."

That's how he spoke as a child. He was only 11, but his diction was formal, biblical almost, and he habitually attached clauses to make his points more precise. If he heard from God, it would be important to know not only that it was today and that it was early but also that it had occurred before school.

Michael Dorris: Lessons in Anguish and Drink

Ann Bauer — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 17:46:33 -0600

I've spent the day researching the life of Michael Dorris: reading him, reading about him. And the dark, frantic moral of his story seems to be simply that some lives are unlivable. This is not a comforting thought.

What I Learned from Erica Kane

Ann Bauer — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 17:56:25 -0600

I think it's time you knew: I watch a soap opera. Not every day, not even every week, and never, ever in real time. (Not only is it a depressing thing to do at noon, I simply can't stomach all those commercials for floor cleaning products and maxi-pads with wings.) What I do is record it on an old-fashioned VCR and watch at odd times, when I need it.

Long Day's Journey

Ann Bauer — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 20:46:58 -0600

I'm an unreliable narrator. You should know this.

Here are my flaws: I'm alternately delighted and devastated by other people (there is, for me, little middle ground); I look for meaning in everything I see, whether or not it exists; and I believe too fervently in my own ability to change circumstances, no matter what the odds.

Crazy

admin — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 00:00:00 -0500

This is a story with a hopeful ending. Lucky, even. But be forewarned, you have to get through a lot of hopeless, unlucky crap before you find it.

Here’s how it all starts: My first-born son has autism.