Life in Full Spectrum: Unfiltered. Unmasked. Unapologetic.

  Some days, our house sounds like a podcast with six overlapping hosts, no commercial breaks, and absolutely no volume control. Being a neurodivergent mom raising four neurodivergent kids with a neurodivergent partner is kind of like building a sandcastle in a windstorm. You  can  do it, but you’re going to get sand in your eyes, your mouth, and possibly your soul. The thing is, we’re all wired differently — and yet somehow, exactly the same. We speak in tangents, feel things at full volume, and process the world sideways. And for reasons I will never understand, everyone always seems to need to say their Very Important Thought  right now.  At the exact same time. Preferably over dinner. Or in the car. Or the moment I sit down to pee. Conversations in our house don’t flow — they  collide.  Someone’s talking about the science of tornadoes while another is deep into a monologue about Minecraft mods. Someone else is asking me if cats dream, and meanwhile...

  From the ashes of a broken world… to the arms of a loving God. I’ve spent the last two days doing what little prepping I could, for something I pray never happens. If you’ve been paying attention—and I mean  really  paying attention, not just scrolling headlines—you’ve probably seen it too. The tension. The build-up. The bombing. The movement. The eerie calm before what could be a very real storm. Trump bombed Iran. That much is clear. And whether you love him, hate him, or you just don’t care, this isn’t about him. Not really. It’s about what happens next—and what might already be in motion. I was raised by an ex-Army Ranger. That means war movies, post-apocalyptic movies and survival tips as dinnertime conversation. I grew up on worst-case planning and always keeping one eye on the exits. And because I’m neurodivergent, my brain doesn’t do “just wait and see.” It  collects.  It  connects.  It stacks puzzle pieces until the bigger picture starts for...

  Two paths. Same destination. Just because someone walked through darkness doesn’t mean they don’t deserve the light. I saw a comment today that really got under my skin. It was in response to a post about  Full House  alum Jodie Sweetin, who has never shied away from speaking up for what’s right. The post was celebrating her advocacy work—her fierce voice for equality and compassion. But someone decided to turn it into a comparison. A comparison between Jodie Sweetin and Candace Cameron Bure. It wasn’t about their careers or activism—it was about who they  are  as people, based entirely on their personal lives. One woman was praised for being married for 28 years, having healthy kids, and maintaining a “picture-perfect” image. The other? Dismissed for having multiple marriages, children with different partners, and a history of addiction. And that’s where I want to stop and say:  this is exactly the kind of mindset that’s hurting people. We Are More Than ...