She is equal to her brother and, in my eyes, just as important.
Happily Sliding Down The Stairs
Those who treat him like he’s capable of anything will get the best him he can be.
How They See Him
For some, my son’s Autism brings up feelings about themselves, not about him.
Pouring My Cup Into His
It doesn’t matter how thirsty I am or how recently I got it. My water is his water.
How We Talk To Ourselves
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
Click, Click, Boom
If you can’t be at peace, at least be a story.
I Seriously Over Analyze Sesame Street
What alternate universe is Sesame Street on that monsters never age or retain knowledge, yet humans do both?
Unemotional Wreck
They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
Funny Stories From An Awful Job
This isn’t Rocket Scientry.
Empty, Tired, and Sick To My Stomach
His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.

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