This is my oldest. She is on the Autism Spectrum. She is not a tragedy, her life is not a tragedy. She is stronger than the ignorant will ever realize. My life is richer for having her in it, as are the lives of her friends, co-workers and anyone who wants to know all about The Transformers.

The felines and the canine.

I’m wondering if this is a sign of dominance after this morning’s disagreement over who got the prime spot on the heated cat bed.