Running To Third

I had no idea where this concept came from. For the record, I have never stolen gas.

What Kind Of World Am I Leaving My Kids?

Here’s the twist. I don’t wonder that.

You don’t need to have someone playing social volleyball with you to have them in your life

I still understood next to nothing about Autism and even less about what it would be like to have a non-verbal child.

Glitter, rainbows, and the pure, unadulterated chaos of a Scandinavian Death Metal mosh pit.

I guess I’m supposed to be wiser now. After all, I’m 40.

The hour would end, the door would close, and we would all be alone together again.

We use phrases like “they love me in their own way” or “deep down, he means well”…

As the parent to a child with Autism, it pulls me back to the early days of his life…

The problem was that I was seeing my life as a movie.