On Respite and Guilt

On Respite and Guilt

This past week, Samuel spent a few days at my parents’ house without his brothers. We dropped him off on Wednesday, came back on Saturday for our monthly family dinner, and took him back home with us Saturday night. On Thursday, my oldest son Ben was invited to...
Praying Through the Storm of Autism

Praying Through the Storm of Autism

“Mom, the clouds are dark. I think there’s going to be a tornado.” “No, Sam. There’s no tornado.” “I think the sky is turning green,” he said, his pitch rising, and eyes frantically searching the sky for clues....