Since I have so much time on my hands, I’m trying to appreciate the positive things in my life.
As if living with autism wasn’t challenging enough, now autism parents are faced with the coronavirus and the total disruption of carefully structured routines for their children.
I can’t live without these doctors, but living WITH them is one more reason I need a vacation.
Now that I’ve been married for over 30 years, my perspective on Valentine’s Day is completely different from when I was a young woman.
I can’t wait for the curtain to go up on opening night.
For a person on the autism spectrum, learning to prioritize among multiple options can be overwhelming.
Some new television shows are claiming credit for casting people with autism—while simultaneously making sure that whoever gets hired meets as many cultural norms for neurotypical appearance as possible.
My list is by no means complete, but I don’t want to create Mission Impossible.
Sometimes I feel a bit like an alien from a distant planet, observing the oddly frenetic (and commercial) family rituals that earthlings call Christmas.
Exhausted from being the eternal peacemaker in my family, I need a rest.
However colossally unfair America has become, our country’s education and support of children with disabilities is exponentially worse.
In spite of the hatred and divisiveness sweeping our country, there are still warm and welcoming people and places where diversity is respected, accepted and even embraced.
Mothers are tough. They have to be.
Come out, come out wherever you are.
I don’t want my daughter to turn from a warm outgoing person into someone hateful and suspicious.
The more structure you build into the holiday, the happier everyone will be.