Shining Star

The school cafetorium slowly filled with parents and siblings of the children on stage. I walked in to find there were three open seats on the front row and rushed to seat my two boys, myself placed between them. Samuel and Josh talked with me as we waited for the...

High Functioning Doesn't Mean "Normal"

Somehow, I feel I have bought a little bit into the deception that if my son with autism is “high functioning” because he’s able to speak, then all is well and “normal”. For all who do not live with autism, let me just go ahead and tell...

High Functioning Doesn’t Mean "Normal"

Somehow, I feel I have bought a little bit into the deception that if my son with autism is “high functioning” because he’s able to speak, then all is well and “normal”. For all who do not live with autism, let me just go ahead and tell...

Reflections of the Moon

A shiver runs down my spine. I pull my coat tighter around me, my gloved hands buried in the folds of my arms, my chin nuzzling my scarf. The night air is crisp with a chill that gently stings my cheeks. My eyes are downcast… “Why are you downcast, o my...

Worship in the Darkness

Hello old friend. Let me first preface this post by saying that is has nothing to do with autism. As I wrote at the top of this blog, this is a journey from despair to hope. From darkness to light. Friend, I am in darkness and I am trying desperately to cling to the...

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