Most of the ripped up Christmas/Hanukah wrapping paper had been picked up and tossed out, while the presents remained on the table for frequent perusing during the brief apartment stop-over between nice long drives. The nice long drives, aka “drive
Ben loves lighting the Menorah on Hanukah. What he loves best about it is blowing out the candles — no Happy Birthday song necessary. Oh, and to my fellow Goyim who might not be hip to the trip, this is
Coyboy Ben! Yeeeee Haaaahhhhh!
Ben loves powdered sugar doughnuts. He also loves cinnamon doughnuts. But two doughnuts is too much. (He would vigorously disagree, even after vigorously eating his Five Guys cheese dog and fries, and his ice cream, and his pear, and his
Ben and Karen were in the back seat for a Ben-drive when Ben’s fraternal twin, Jake, sent a picture, displaying both his cast from carpal tunnel surgery (he’s fine), and a new bushy beard, along with his Grandma Bubbe. This
John Lennon said it best. “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” Our boys turned 30 this week, and never was an event more perfectly mantra-made.
As the 25th anniversary of Dad’s death approaches — April 29 — and as Autism Awareness Month, 2022, winds down, it occurrs to me that my father (Mike Royko), more than 25 years ago, was very aware of autism. I
Disclaimer — This is about Severe Autism, not higher-functioning autism or Asperger’s Syndrome. Individuals with those types of autism often do their own writing about their worlds, which are usually extremely different — severely different — from that of Severe
It takes until the sixth paragraph, and again at the end, but yes, I promise, this does involve Big Ben. And I did put a cute, if unrelated, pic at the end. But if you aren’t a music fan, it