My writing table evokes creativity.
I stopped my world yesterday. It was a simple thing. First, I started my day cooking a meal for my autistic son. Driving it to his apartment to the delight of his feasting eyes on homemade chicken tenders was so worth it. Shortly a new job coach arrived to Luke’s home. We are hoping to increase Luke’s structured employment or volunteer hours in the community. The meeting went well.
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