I never dreamt of the knight in shining armor nor the prince. I was pretty much content with guys that just made me laugh. That was all that was needed to get me hooked. Lately, I have come to realize that Kosta is showing signs of why I fell in love with him. He says little … Continue reading Ode to the man.
On Monday I went to work. My first day working for a news site, covering stories, uploading stories,researching stories, transcribing interviews, the works! I did all that all in an 8-hour shift and towards the end of my first day at work I found out a few things: #1 – I would not be paid … Continue reading Back to square one
I’ve been wanting and thinking about making these for the longest time. Along with the cream filled cupcakes and my all-time favorite twinkies these are the treats that defined my childhood. Since we don’t have them in Greece I decided to make them myself. I found an awesome recipe online and omg! they are sooooo … Continue reading My Little Debbies
I hate to admit it but we live in a country where oddness and differentiality is, well, shut out. You don’t see blind people walking down streets, nor people in wheelchairs and you certainly don’t talk about the things that may be bugging you to complete strangers. Yet lately everywhere I turn people look to their … Continue reading Something’s up. . .
On Sunday, following Saturday’s fierce quarrel, Kosta and I decided to take the kids down to the center of Athens and ride the Happy Train and go out to eat and just forget about our problems for one day. It was nice. The kids enjoyed it. Beba would not sit still at all during lunch ’cause she … Continue reading Making nice.
To say that my husband and I have grown apart ever since the ASD diagnosis would be an understatement. We have gotten over the blaming game and are now just throwing little snippets, like I’m always taking him to the playground, why don’t you spend more time with him and stuff like that. I’m usually … Continue reading The D word. How does divorce work in autism?
I decided to take just Beba and go out for a koulouri this morning around 8 am. She had woken up around 6, had her milk and was pretty playful, as always. Panayioti had just woken up and his dad was still sleeping. I told Panayioti that I wouldn’t take long and that I was … Continue reading My Worst Fear Realized