For many years, I have had moments during which I think I should start a blog. But then life intervened and, quite frankly, I would quickly convince myself that no one would ever want to listen to what I have to say.

I have always worried about what people think about me and have struggled with being a perfectionist. I guess I have always been a bit neurotic. Just ask my husband!

But…..now things are different.

Navigating life while raising an autistic child has affected me in so many ways.

So. Many. Ways.

I’m not sure what I am can do with what I have learned and observed, but I do know that, for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid for people to see the flaws.

Bear with me, I have never thought of myself as a writer. That title belongs to my sister.

I was the band/drama/music geek and math nerd, not the writer.

There’s just so much I want to say…..now I just need to figure out how to say it.

Wish me luck.