In a bubble

Recently I have discovered we have been living in a bit of a bubble. A cocoon type of bubble, safe and warm. The bubble is where I don’t feel I have to translate anything for anyone else and we, my family of four can just be. My son who is 4.5 was diagnosed with autism […]

On the wild path

I never thought of myself as radical. If anything I spent most of my life trying to somehow fit in, even when it seemed impossible. By fitting in, I really meant not sticking out. In my mind it seemed that if I could achieve the latter, perhaps the former would follow suit. As the years […]