It’s that time of year when we are constantly reminded through ads, resolutions, and unrealistic expectations that we are less than others. People are more organized, fitter, harder workers, better looking, and overall live better lives being better people than you and me.
Feel better? Are you overcome with hope and positivity?
Perhaps the happiest human I know is my son Griffin. This might surprise some people because Griffin, 5, is on the autism spectrum. The stereotype for someone on the the spectrum is that he or she becomes easily frustrated by people, lights, sounds, a break in routine. This can lead to anxiety and sometimes depression.
One night recently Griffin woke us up, not crying, not whining, but laughing an uncontrollable, body trembling…
Something bad happens toward the end of the year, trigger the “Fuck 2016” posts on social media just like the Fuck 2015…2014…2013…” posts. What year are we not cursing?
When were the years great, again? You know the years void of terror, when no one died, wars weren’t fought, economies didn’t collapse, poverty ceased to exist, all were equal, and disease was too tired to disease. I’m waiting….
This year, we reached peak “Fuck this year” absurdity after John Glenn died. John Glenn, a man who flew 59 combat missions in WWII and 63 combat missions in the Korean War including a few with future baseball hall of famer Ted Williams, John Glenn, the first human to orbit the Earth, a U.S. Senator, the oldest human…
The worst thing isn’t that we live in a world where child labor exists, it’s that we live in a world where mothers and fathers who love their children send their kids off to work for the day because they have to. They have to rely on their income.
Griffin was down in the basement in his “boy cave.” Harper was doing an art project on the kitchen table. Annie was preparing dinner. And I was shopping for Obamacare on healthcare.gov. My appetite a bit less as I scrolled down past ever-rising premiums and deductibles trying to find a plan that worked for us.
We are thankful for Obamacare and the fact we can’t be turned away for my son having a “preexisting condition” of autism. No private insurance company would insure us otherwise.
Basically, we pay the insurance company $10 and they pay $100 of our expenses. Of course, we pay a lot more than $10 each month to have insurance. Our premiums and our deductibles (which we…