I want her to believe that she's the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.
I forced myself to ride the exercise bike for at least 30 minutes and did a series of weights afterwards. With each rep, I seethed with anger.
The days of, "there are no socks up here" quickly become "I'm going to a study group with friends" as they hit the teenage years.
I know there are things that he doesn't get about my world. There are things about his world that I don't get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
They are stream of consciousness words. Most times, I don't even know what they are going to be until I say them.
Kids today aren't as coddled as you might think. They're also not kidding themselves.
All the "Just For Men" hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can't shake me.
We're all artists who can't enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Everyone is on the same page in that we're all aware that autism exists. It doesn't mean that people accept it.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?