Gold Is In the Eye of the Beholder (#508)
10 November 2006
In recounting our grab-in with someone else's piece of pizza yesterday, I forgot to mention a very important thing that happened. Charlie connected with the... Read more →
In recounting our grab-in with someone else's piece of pizza yesterday, I forgot to mention a very important thing that happened. Charlie connected with the... Read more →
Once upon a time we thought we knew the answer to "what causes autism" (bad parenting, especially from mothers who were in the icebox rather... Read more →
For the past week plus, Charlie has been warbling-----making a lot of noise of a humming and rather melodic nature with his voice, without distinguishable... Read more →
I see them just out of the corner of my eye as I drive to work on the highway at the height of rush hour:... Read more →
Yes, I am a college professor "in addition to"/"as well as"/"on top of" /"also" being mother to Charlie, my son who has autism-----and being an... Read more →
He stands in the driveway, face frowning: The white car (Grandpa's car that he no longer drives) is not in its customary place by my... Read more →
1) "No," said Charlie this morning when asked to pick up a foam hockey stick. It was the last day of Ant Hockey and, while... Read more →
This is a question I ask myself at least once a day. Jim and I are making plans to observe Charlie in his classroom in... Read more →
There's been a seemingly minor but seismic-shift-size change going on in our household. After some five years of me making sure the shoes are on... Read more →
"The bar soap is under the sink," I said yesterday over the phone to Jim, who was overseeing a shower for Charlie. "Left, on the... Read more →