Every day

If I have to hear it one more time… ugh. Please do not say short bus!! It’s so rude and you will definitely get shamed by me. Two years ago at a presentation outside of work at a community event there was a presenter, who works with children, said he belonged on the short bus […]

I’ve always wondered…

Spoiler: this blog is not about autism. Did you ever watch the Brady Bunch and think to yourself, um, the Vietnam War was going on and this show never even touched on or acknowledged it?  Were Mike and Carol concerned Greg might get a draft notice? Did you ever wonder how people in other countries, […]

The Crystal Ball

I want it, I need it, I’m afraid of it. What will Bryan’s future be? The scariest question out there. I have recently embarked on a crusade to get all of my ducks in a row. I have always had a will and extensive life insurance, but I need to go to the next level […]

Sometimes you just have to write

Today is one of those days where I need to download my thoughts to provide relief from the tension. Bryan had a bad day at school. This should not be considered a big deal. Everyone has bad days. Why does this matter?  Because you need to understand when you have autism every minute of every […]

If you’ve met one person with autism…

Famous quote, Dr. Stephen Shore, “If you’ve met one person with autism, you’ve  met one person with autism.” So true, autism presents itself differently in each person and the uniqueness is both fascinating, and often quite charming. On Saturday, I took Bryan to Parkland Golf Buddies. For this program there are about 10 special needs […]

The Confessor

Bryan blurts out all kinds of things. Some things are appropriate and make sense, others are random, too loud and nonsensical. However, one of my favorite Bryan qualities is his commitment to confession. Bryan calls me every day when he gets out of school. The calls fall into one of three buckets: He is calling […]

The first time ever I saw your face

So about 2 plus weeks ago I had started writing a blog in anticipation of Bryan’s 18th birthday, which was February 18. I was thinking a lot about my mom because she had been with us in the delivery room. My dad was outside in the father’s room. I am fairly well adjusted but I […]