I’ve written a few posts about the love and support we receive from our friends and family. It wasn’t until I started writing about it and receiving feedback that I realized how truly blessed we are. As much as we appreciate every gesture, it took reading comments from other families on the spectrum expressing envy ...
Dear Holly, I want to start by thanking you for your tireless activism on behalf of Autism awareness. I truly respect you and your family and your husband’s book may be the singular thing that placed me on a path of acceptance and pride in my own Autistic son. But I have to take you ...
I make a concerted effort to keep my posts positive, upbeat… even inspirational. The risk in that approach is giving the false impression that I’ve got it all together and have it all figured out. I have bad moments, days and weeks too. Believe me. And like I mentioned in a previous post, it sneaks up ...
I have this recurring dream. I dream that I die. I know, it’s morbid… but stick with me a minute… When I die I ascend to heaven and I’m embraced by God. He assures me that I will be able to continue to watch over my family and give them peace and comfort until they ...
A Father’s Day Tribute – Thanks “For Being”… For being….. …. the best trampoline bouncer.….able to make Eric smile, giggle and down right belly laugh!….genuinely excited each and every time one of your children show their own excitement….the best silly-movie companion for Anna….so competitive – it shows your drive and determination and teaches our kids ...
I’m a straight-shooter. I won’t candy-coat it. That plan you had… that vision of fatherhood… it’s irrelevant now. Go ahead and mourn. Go ahead and let yourself be angry. Affix blame on whomever you’d like. Yell at God a little, he can take it. Are you done? Now here’s the deal. Your son’s path will ...
Yesterday my family threw a party for my wife’s Mom and Dad who are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. They are an amazing couple… but that deserves a blog post of its own. These things are not fun for me, I have to be honest. They are stressful and exhausting. There was a photographer there ...
It’s really not that complicated… -I have moments of frustration, anger and self-pity. I have moments of joy, pride and celebration. -I mourn the loss of my carefully-mapped-out life. I celebrate the inner strength and voice I have found as I navigate my new life. -I’m sad that my son can not (yet) fully communicate ...
I was a “difficult” kid. When I got frustrated I used to run head-first into the refrigerator. My mom tells a famous story about asking my pediatrician about this behavior. His sage advice? “The next time he runs into the refrigerator, make his butt hurt worse than his head.” My parents frequently had to load ...
The stupid credit card machine just wouldn’t read my card. I swiped it three times, each met with an error message. Finally, the overly chipper Disney Store clerk took the card from me and entered the numbers manually. It was part of our usual Monday afternoon routine. We had just finished an I.V. Glutathione treatment ...
