We Go With Him

'Swimming pool.' And putting on his swimsuit. Two nights in a row of this and on the third, we went to the town pool, stood... Read more →

Very glad to say that Charlie handled a long weekend and a visit with and good-bye to my parents with a quite high count of... Read more →

A performer Charlie is not -- I think he only sang the last bar of one verse of 'Sidewalks of New York' loud enough for... Read more →

Sometimes all one can do is what I'm doing right now, sit in a corner of the black couch by the front door and watch... Read more →

The Yankees got rained out on Sunday. Charlie (who did go to sleep, around 3am on Saturday night/Sunday morn) and Jim did two bike rides... Read more →

In anticipation of a visit from my parents, Charlie is having a bout of insomnia, proof that mind can work over matter -- over getting... Read more →

Charlie is now 16 years old and Wednesday morning I packed his book bag with store-bought cupcakes wrapped in brown paper (I'm not sure but... Read more →

Rather ironically, I finished this Guardian piece on the value of face-to-face interactions in college teaching typing on my laptop across from a student (our... Read more →

Looking over this blog and my Instagram feed and Flickr account it did become apparent to me that practically all of my photos show Charlie... Read more →

Since January, Charlie has had exactly one incident at school, a statistic all the more notable when you consider the amount of heavy-duty anxiety and... Read more →

When we talked with Charlie's neurologist about changing his medications, it was suggested that we consider him staying at a certain facility in south Jersey.... Read more →

Jim has taught the last evening course of his (decades-long) college teaching career, ever. Finally mindful of the extremes of Charlie's anxiety, I had put... Read more →