New diagnoses are downright scary. Finally getting answers to all our questions shouldn’t be. Finding answers should be reassuring and bring some measure of peace. But it rarely does. I learned...
Depression … you old friend, you. I don’t remember a time in my life that hasn’t been colored by depression. (In fact I don’t remember much of my life, but that’s a story for another po...
Let’s Mold Different Perceptions of Autism and Autistic People When Suzanne Wright penned her opinion piece for Autism Speaks last November, she didn’t inspire me to action, she didn’t help...
Last year, Andy learned how to read his ten-speed bike and blew his dad and I away with how much he loved it. Watching him as he rode his bike, the grin on his face was huge and carefree, his fac...
The r-word campaign is all about respect, and acknowledging that the more people that know about how derogatory the r-word is, the better. The r-word stands for ‘retard’ and the campaign is a...
I watched Bobby make his first basket yesterday and clapped, yelling out “Way to go, Bobby” grinning from ear to ear as if I were the one who made a basket. We were at his Special Olympics ba...
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I don’t always put a lot of stock in awareness “days” or limited awareness campaigns. I used to want to participate in every single one – somewhere along the line I lost a little of my pa...
Don’t Look Here for People First Language People-first language used to be a big deal to me. I remember, as a parent new to my kids’ varied diagnoses, looking around wild-eyed and desperate f...
This post is part of the Happy Wives Club Blog Tour, and I am celebrating marriage along with hundreds of inspiring bloggers. To learn more and join us, CLICK HERE! I Remember when I Fell in Lov...
Finding my Writing Voice in 2014, One Word at a Time I’m a writer, have been for longer than I can remember loving to write. But it seems like the more I wanted to write, talked about writing, ...