When I was down, my grandmother would tell me, “If you put your troubles in a bag with everyone else’s, you’d probably take your own troubles back out again.” No matter how much I might wish for things to be … Continue reading
When I was in middle school, there was a boy named Peter who was constantly being bullied. He was slight, with straight sandy blonde hair that framed large, dark eyes. He wore a navy blue puffy coat and backpack at … Continue reading
With our neurotypical child, we wonder about the things any parent might: What will he become? Where will his interests lie? Will he have special talents? The questions are boundless, like our hopes for his future.