We’re Sad, We’re Scared. We’re Stupid, We’re Crazy.


I haven’t shared how I feel about the events at Sandy Hook. I am the mother of a five year old autistic child, so all of my angles here have been thoroughly covered by others. Others who have already written beautifully about it. So yes, all of that. I am usually more opinionated, especially on my personal Facebook page. I haven’t voiced my opinion on this topic yet, and I usually keep any controversial opinions off of my blog. Based on the number of unlikes I am already getting lately, I figure I have nothing to lose. You can’t please everyone.  Continue reading

October Fear


I like to be scared.

I enjoy scary movies. Even if I am spending an evening alone in this big old house, I will still be willing to watch a scary movie. I will regret it, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it.

I love a good ghost story. Ever since my slumber party tween years, they have been a favorite. I find the stories of the unknown fascinating. It never ceases to amaze me the ways in which our brains interpret these mysteries; as if we are somehow equipped to understand the very parts of our brain that remains unknown to us.  Continue reading