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Now, I think G3 still likes going into the city because it reminds him of you. Saturday morning, before we left, G3 looked through the bin of hats and gloves that were once yours, looking for something to wear, a piece of you to bring with him.

I stepped away from my original lesson plan and invited my students into my very messy, confused, neurodivergent brain. I may have multiple graduate degrees, a book to my name, and an unquenchable desire to read, but that doesn’t mean reading is easy. I still struggle.

That’s when my friend leaned in, set her elbows on the table, and very gently asked, “Have you considered that you might be autistic.”

Although, there is a tiny voice in my head questioning if it is wise. Has my dream of being a writer brought more pleasure or pain?

It’s so unfair that Dad didn’t live long enough to be able to celebrate G3’s success. He dreamed of his grandson being an Eagle, but died before he got to see him take flight.

But now that my book is out, now that the anticipation and initial celebrations are over, what comes next? Where do I go from here?

We were on the road for less than five minutes when one of the scouts got a flat tire.

What can I say, he’s my kid. The lure to swim was simply too great.

For four years, G3 has talked about his Boy Scout trip to Block Island. It was his first Boy Scout camping trip and also his favorite.

My fear was that no one would show up. Kati promised me that wouldn’t happen. That people would want to be there to support me, and she was absolutely right.

I celebrated my birthday. It only took me fifty-one years to achieve my dream—but I did it.

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Ugh! We are home. We put more than 10,000 miles on the car.

He has been to houses lived in by 40 presidents—and for some presidents he’s been to two or three houses—which means he only has five more..

In Nashville, we went out to dinner with my brother and then spent some time with him and his cat and dog. Samson, his kitten, is an adorabl

We are camping at Willow Beach Campground, which is on the banks of the Arkansas River. It’s about an hour northeast of Hot Springs.

From Waco, we drove to Dallas to attend the Mesquite Championship Rodeo. A rodeo is something I’ve always wanted to see.

San Antonio is about an hour south of LBJ’s house. I could not in good conscience be that close to the Alamo and not bring G3.

LBJ loved the Texas hill country. It’s where he was born and raised. As a child he loved swimming in the Pedernales River.

Though we all started the night in our hammocks, at some point, Kati moved into the car and G3 got out his sleeping pad and pillow and...