Author: James Guttman

Father of two children - one non-verbal with autism, one verbal without.

A Good Parent Has To Play The Bad Guy Sometimes

What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?

They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.

I don’t like that Justin Bieber.

Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.

For a kid, those insults are worse than mean, they’re true.

When it comes to meetings like this, it’s about helping my child. I’m here for him.

Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.

It was the day that she nearly made me laugh so hard that coffee came out of my nose

I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.

The turkey is gobbled and the pumpkins are mulch. You’re allowed to decorate. It’s OK now.