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  How do you help someone with ADHD? I can answer you from the perspective of someone with Adult ADHD that started in childhood, mother of three with ADHD, and now at least three of my grandchildren are diagnosed… First,  you need to *understand* us.  Our brains are literally wired differently. They’re calling it “Neurodiversity” now, which I like better, because it really is just thinking differently, not so much like we’re crippled by some ‘disorder.’ But life for us is like having 35 tabs open in your browser, all on different topics across several genres, and knowing exactly how each one correlates to the others (I actually do this a lot, boggles my husband’s mind.) Sometimes it’s like having five different radio stations going all at once in our heads; rock, talk radio, news, classical and reggae. And  we really  want  to be understood.  Our biggest issues in relationships is when we feel the other person doesn’t understand us and we feel alone. M...

  Even though we knew Harlan Garrett was going to visit it didn’t stop Murdoch’s temper from getting shorter and shorter nearer his arrival.    For a man who says he puts the past in the past, my father carries a lot of dead weight over this piece of past.   Meanwhile, Scott was like a kid expecting Christmas, guess he is hoping his grandfather will see how happy he is and accept him staying at Lancer.   Me, well, I make my own mind up about a man. Don’t think old Harlan can be all bad if he raised my brother to be the man he is.     That comment of Garrett’s about my mother being a foreigner made me rethink.    I’ve come across bigots of all shapes and sizes and good old Harlan smells of one, and now I have another question how did he know my mother was beautiful? Still, I kept a smile on my face and used my most polite manners.    While Scott drove the buggy with that pretty lady and Harlan back to Lancer, I took Barranca for a go...