Met my cousin late last night for dinner. Didn't finish talking until midnight in his apt lobby. He told me some astonishing and very personal things. I also mentioned concerns about my mom's health and worried about someone I cannot mention here. We talked about relationships. He's a bit of an expert you know. He was divorced then remarried, then became a dad. He also knows a thing or two or three about infidelity... You want to know what keeps a relationship alive? he asked. Woman must behave like prostitute and give oral sex. Everyday! I slapped his arm and accused him of being juvenile. I am not kidding! he protested, that's all we need! And women? What do you think we need - do I even want to know, I'm not sure! We men have to listen to all of your problems, of course! he rolled his eyes. I laughed even harder recognizing that truth. Trust me, Gimky, it's how men and women work together.
This story is about my family. We make our home in Westchester County, NY. I am a concert pianist, but mostly I am mom. My husband works in IT. We have 2 boys, our pride and joys. Jake (12) loves reading, freaky facts, and table tennis. Belac (10) loves to draw, make videos, and build with Lego. He also has atypical, high-functioning autism, not Asperger's. This blog began on the first day of school in our new hometown of Sunny Patch and our story is forever evolving. If pressed, though, I'd say this blog is about figuring things out and making the best of everything we've got.