Not Lost and Already Found (#436)
31 August 2006
A small rectangle of paper, laminated, white edged with red. That was what I looking for all day, ever since I went to check that... Read more →
A small rectangle of paper, laminated, white edged with red. That was what I looking for all day, ever since I went to check that... Read more →
"I feel like I'm back in the first grade," said a student to me this afternoon: He is taking ancient Greek. I always start off... Read more →
"We had a great summer," I said several times over today. Classes start tomorrow at the college where I teach and my day was full... Read more →
I start teaching on Wednesday and have a full day of meetings and other business (i.e., things I have not been able to get to... Read more →
If I may paraphrase the Sibyl, the prophetess consulted by the Trojan prince Aeneas in lines 126-129 Book VI of Virgil's epic, the Aeneid: It... Read more →
One question keeps running through my mind after what turned out to be, for all Charlie's and my vacation anxiety, a fabulous two weeks: What... Read more →
Some food flew tonight, but not (as was the case a month or so ago) by Charlie's hand. Charlie, in fact, was sound asleep---I was... Read more →
When I first started blogging at My Son Has Autism, the earlier incarnation of this blog, I wrote that "Finding out your child has autism... Read more →
We have two more full days here in Charlie’s true home and I decided to try something new. I took a gulp of air, closed... Read more →
It has been a great vacation, this year at the beach house. True, the dent in the kitchen wall, and Charlie screaming for a few... Read more →
Our annual ocean vacations are like those growth charts that track how much a child has grown in the past year. We have been taking... Read more →
We went for a post-dinner walk on the beach, where Jim got into a conversation with some fishermen (from the way he gestured with his... Read more →
Seven years ago---just after Charlie was diagnosed with autism---we were staying at the Jersey shore for two weeks. We were in Minnesota then and the... Read more →
3.30am and Charlie is awake---not because a bad dream or a stomachache (both of these are speculations) awoke him. Charlie has yet to fall asleep,... Read more →
Hands grasping his boogie board and smiling cheek to cheek, Charlie kicked his way out into the ocean. Past where everyone else in the ocean... Read more →
If you have been reading this blog for the past few days since Saturday, you might get the impression that the three of us have... Read more →
It was at the 14th hole of Charlie's first-ever round of mini-golf when Jim, standing behind Charlie and guiding his arms in an arc, said... Read more →
When we went for a morning swim in the ocean at 10.30am it was high tide and only four or five people were in the... Read more →
Charlie's educational program, as I have noted in posts such as The Mainstream and the Ocean, does not have mainstreaming or inclusion with "typical peers"... Read more →
From the time Charlie woke up, as he munched two green apples, and as he watched me laugh semi-hysterically at the size of the box... Read more →