As we bravely enter our new normal, each of us must decide whether the risks are worth the rewards. Stay home or go out?
How much longer will each day feel like Groundhog Day?
How does a privileged white mother explain to her autistic daughter about racism in America?
Peace and quiet are in short supply.
After Zooming, the rest of my day tends to go downhill.
After a “forbidden” hug goodbye, we blow air kisses through our masks from six feet away.
At the end of every conversation with our son, I realize how lucky we are that nobody has any exciting news to report.
How are we doing? When clients ask my husband this question, he always replies: “Another day in paradise.”
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.