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Once upon a time, there was a mother. She was a pretty good mother—not great, because sometimes she yelled about things that mean nothing but in the moment meant everything,… Read More
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I read what you said, how special-needs kids should be kept at home instead of going back to school this fall. “Let’s just keep these kids at home and when… Read More
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One green, green day, the Lord looked upon the world. He admired his sons and his daughters. He smiled at all of the wonderful animals, and he gazed tenderly at… Read More
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Who would I be without him? I ask myself this question every once in a while. I don’t ask it often, because that could turn into a slippery slope, if… Read More
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If you are reading this, there is a good chance someone you know has autism. Hi. My name is Carrie. I have five kids, and my second son, Jack, has… Read More
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Once upon a time, there was a boy who always said no. When he was very small and didn’t have his words, he learned to sign it with his fingers.… Read More
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Did you see that story about that school in New Jersey who left a student with Down Syndrome out of the yearbook? Her name is Glenda. She is twenty-one years… Read More
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Hope: to cherish a desire with anticipation, to want something to happen or be true. –Merriam-Webster Dictionary In the beginning, I hoped he would outgrow it. I hoped he would sleep… Read More
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Dear Mama, Do me a favor, and remember every detail of this day—all of the words, sights, and sounds. Remember the tone of the doctor’s voice, and the way the… Read More
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Hi. My name is Carrie. I have five kids, a handsome husband, and the best dog in the whole entire world. His name is Wolfie. My dog, not my husband.… Read More
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Here in New Hampshire, we are on day 6,382,091 of quarantine. Okay, okay. I’m exaggerating. Its only day 5,847,235 of quarantine. Either way, it’s been a long time. Hi. My… Read More
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For as long as I can remember, I wished I had a crystal so I could see into the future with my son Jack and his autism. I hated when… Read More
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He is anxiety and rigidity and obsessiveness, cloaked within the velvet robes of a diagnosis. But first, he is a boy. He is letters on a page—black and white sentences… Read More
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I stood at the stove the other day, stirring some soup I’d made from leftover Easter ham. My son Jack sat at the counter, reading the back of a DVD.… Read More
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Hey buddy, I am sorry you heard Daddy and I argue tonight. I know it’s scary. But sometimes, people disagree. No, no one is getting a divorce. I promise. I… Read More
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