Tag: dad

My Head Is Pounding

The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”

This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”

There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.

I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.

He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.

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

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.

My son with Autism turned Raffi from singer to icon in our house.

You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.

I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”