Being a dad is tough, but being a human is often tougher.
I’ll never put demands on either of them. Love and family aren’t about demands.
No heroes. No villains. Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
This 2016 post was the first time I had written about my son’s autism.
My special needs son has a sister whose point of view helps him grow in all the right ways.
He didn’t need “fixing.” He needed love.
I don’t want my kids to have “daddy issues” one day.
When they return, the house will be cool, just like their dad.