Raising Pinocchio

Tales on raising a child with autism and the kismet of living in semi-rural suburbia.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Sometimes you only find out who you are when you completely lose yourself in a pile of dirty laundry.

Well, no that's not exactly true, but I find myself with about 3 loads needing to be done, a child scampering about my chair, and the overwhelming desire to write a blog. I always considered myself a writer (or at least my friends from high school said I was one), but never submitted any works for publishing. Thanks to blogspot, I don't need a publisher, and I'm too old to care too much about what anyone else thinks about what I've written.

So here we are.