Let me tell you what I’ve been doing for the past few months: Making sure the word AUTISM is clearly, unmistakably, unavoidably plastered across every piece of paperwork related to Cole. Medical records. School forms. Psychological evaluations. If there’s a box for diagnosis, I didn’t … Continue reading →

Being a dance mom means being a personal Uber driver to a preteen tyrant in a leotard. It means sacrificing spring weekends to dark and loud auditoriums that smell of Aquanet and anxiety. It means thousands of dollars on bedazzled leggings and tacky crop tops. Your bathroom is fogged with a … Continue reading →

Okay. So. This is just waaaayyyyyy too long for Facebook, and - I suspect - for anyone to really follow along, but I find myself, once again, mired in controversy with the local community. There is an increasingly vocal and hate-filled contingent of parents who just totally clash with my liberal … Continue reading →

Once upon a time, Matt and Maya got a mini bernedoodle puppy and named him Bruno. Despite Bruno being one of the absolute cutest puppies ever, he turned out to be more of a challenge than they anticipated and was not really ideally suited to assimilate to their lifestyle. Since they were … Continue reading →