On autism, and painting the garage with mustard

Her voice drifts across the many miles via the telephone and I don’t have to wonder what kind of day she has had. “It’s one of those days,” she says, “where she does whatever she can think to do.” She sighs wearily, then laughs. “You won’t believe the very last thing she did.”

Hey, I am over at Bibledude today, I would be honored if you would join me there for the rest of this story........

Once again, thank you Duane for the opportunity to share my words, and part of my story.