Rachel, my daughter with autism, adheres to routine. Her favorite activity is riding the school bus, which is not available on Saturdays. She didn’t get the memo. At 3 a.m.,…
Rachel, my daughter with autism, adheres to routine. Her favorite activity is riding the school bus, which is not available on Saturdays. She didn’t get the memo. At 3 a.m.,…
It wasn’t quite the Christmas present we would have chosen. But it has impacted our family in a way we could never have expected. A few months ago, we were…
Expectations are like rabbits. They can be warm and fuzzy, but when ungoverned, all manner of problems result. The other day I had only a few minutes to make a…
As a child I struggled with food. Texture issues and a strong gag reflex made meals a chore. I didn’t even like going over to friends’ houses because I was…
Yesterday I starred in my very own production of Martyr Mom. I’m the only one who does any work around here, I thought. The closing act of my mom drama was…
I spent one nervous day this past summer waiting for calls and texts from my husband, who was accompanying our teenage son during medical tests. We were waiting for results….
When you see a family with a child with special needs, what goes through your mind? Does your heart go out to them? Do you feel drawn to help? Maybe…
When medical special needs first joined our family, we began spending a lot of time at our local children’s hospital. We are fortunate that it was just 10 minutes down…
In January my husband brought home two kids from the foster care system whom we are in the process of adopting. They are five and two, and they’ve had a…
A hot, humid evening. Bugs in the grass and bugs in the air. A small, rural southern town. A humble baseball field off an unnamed road. Rough bleachers. A concession…