Wednesday, November 05, 2008


My son is sprawled on my office floor, reading a book of tips on raising an autistic child.

No wonder he's always a few steps ahead of us.

I'm a little unnerved if finding books on my shelves turns out to be a trend. I hate the thought of taking a book away from him, but seven does seem a tad young for bodice-rippers.

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love the symbolism

After a week of clouds and pouring rain, this morning we have a bright, bright, bright sunshiney day.