Gecko is a sensory-driven kid and always has been. As an infant he would reach up and hold my hair while he nursed. Later on he learned to collect hair from my brush and ball it up into what his older sister TK affectionately referred to as his muskrats. I still find muskrats in his […]

I was reading through the latest copy of Scientific American Mind the other day and found out that my complete aversion to clusters of holes has a name: trypophobia. I have a fear of holes. Not huge potholes like the kind that litter the back roads of Romania, and not even the medium-sized mole holes […]