My Remote Control: a Metaphor for Motherhood

Sometimes, a tv remote can inspire poetry.

So Your Seven Year-old Thinks You’re Lame

Oh, just me? Well, that’s nice. Nice for you anyway. Allow me to share my little anecdote anyway. Misery loves an audience. My family makes it a habit of eating meals together as often as we can. The pandemic helped cement that routine (frantic runs through the drive through on the way to soccer cameContinue reading “So Your Seven Year-old Thinks You’re Lame”

Thank You To the Friends Who Have My Son’s Back

In a world full of people who are exclusive, it’s important to thank those who are inclusive and support all children, especially those with special needs.

When Your Child Says He Wants to Die

He’s seven. He stomps down the steps of the school bus carrying an elaborate Styrofoam leprechaun trap. The bright sun and blue skies are in stark contrast to his moody face. His eyes meet mine for a fraction of a second, then he drops the Styrofoam contraption. He rears his head back, throws his smallContinue reading “When Your Child Says He Wants to Die”

How a Seven-Year-Old Can Educate the World: #ShareYourAutism

My seven-year-old son recently asked me how many surgeries he had to have before we realized he had autism. It was a reminder to me of how little any of us really understand autism. In truth, trying to explain his diagnosis to him was hard. It’s so, well, open-ended. It’s a spectrum, right? People hearContinue reading “How a Seven-Year-Old Can Educate the World: #ShareYourAutism”

Being Brave

Four years ago, my son was diagnosed with autism. He was three. It was scary and confusing and very lonely. Four years ago, I started this blog. It brought me both relief and compassion as I learned with other parents how to understand and help my struggling child. I learned how to laugh and toContinue reading “Being Brave”

Autism Still Lives Here

Autism still lives here. I want it to leave. I’ve tried taming it, coaxing it, encouraging it to move on. For awhile now, I thought it listened. So sure was I that it had vacated the premises, I made comments like, “I’m not so sure he even has autism,” and “Was the diagnosis even correct?”Continue reading “Autism Still Lives Here”

ASD, SPD, WTF?

I’ve been grappling with something. Does my four year-old son really have autism? It’s not an easy question to answer. The umbrella seems rather wide, and my son has just squeaked his way under it. He can’t always find protection from the rain; part of him is perpetually sticking out. There are moments when hisContinue reading “ASD, SPD, WTF?”

Raising the Socially Awkward Extrovert

  Me! Pick me! I know! I know! You know this child. He pushes his way to the front of the line, to the front of the class, to the front row of the photo. His hand is the first one up, his answer shouted out before he’s actually called on. He sings the loudest,Continue reading “Raising the Socially Awkward Extrovert”

Lightning Bolt Underwear: why you need a pair

Boy runs. Mom weeps. Parenting. My four year-old son ran his first race: a 3K. It started with a declaration to the lady handing out bibs and shirts: “I’m wearing lightning bolt underwear!” He was convinced his underwear would give him powers to run quickly. They did. When the bull horn went off, he took offContinue reading “Lightning Bolt Underwear: why you need a pair”