Balance and I parted ways many years ago. I don’t miss the illusory term, as if I can neatly compartmentalize my life into properly weighted boxes that hold my emotions, family responsibilities, work role, mythical “me time” and of course charity work. (Kidding on that part.) Our household is incapabable of balance because autism times three has made it that way. Now, does that mean we’re topsy turvy upside down…
I read an ARC of Deb Kim’s All I Can Handle: I’m No Mother Teresa a month ago, and I’m still thinking about it. This is high praise from someone who regularly watches movies and reads books only to discover halfway through that I have read or seen them before. I have the memory of a goldfish. But Kim Stagliano’s book is different – her story is absolutely memorable, and…
You know the phrase “you had me at ‘hello’”? Kim Stagliano had me at “We’d ripped through our savings like toilet paper on your first night in Mexico.” How can you not want to hang with that? Reading Deb Kim’s All I Can Handle: I’m No Mother Teresa (A Life Raising Three Daughters With Autism) is like having a long conversation with your best friend from forever — the one…
My book is a “Kimoir” (memoir makes me feel O-L-D) and sure to make you laugh, even if you have to grab a tissue once or twice while you read.
