I hate that this question has even entered my thought process, but is it possible that I’ve asked too much of them?

I didn’t want to be seen. I didn’t want to be noticed. If I could have made myself invisible I would have—I still would—because it’s the act of being seen that made me self conscious. A byproduct of being noticed was that I couldn’t just be. Others observed my awkwardness, my mistakes, my differences, and they commented on them.

Why did my commentary about the Committee Chair (amended to read ‘troop representative’) piss you off so badly, but you are unbothered by her false accusations toward G3 and her attempt to have him ousted as Senior Patrol Leader? Why are my words so egregious, but her actions are acceptable?

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.

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?

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?

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

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.

Luria's writing is witty and engaging. She brings the Japanese culture alive for the reader.

However, when we arrived and stopped into the visitors center, we learned that a twenty year drought has left the lake relatively empty.

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Gaddis brilliantly conveys her emotions on every page, and the loving way in which she writes about her children is endearing.

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Dear Dad, Today is one of those days I know you died too young. I really wish I could call you up. I know G3 wishes he could talk to you....

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