When We’re Bent Low – An Easter Story

The first Easter after we received my son’s autism diagnosis, I remember watching him anxiously attempting to stay a step ahead of his cousins as they all ran around the yard searching for eggs, plastic pails bouncing and spilling as little legs bent low to peek into...

I’m On Your Side

Facing my five-year-old, I see her vibrating with rage. Her continued disobedience had spiraled into a situation where rather than the five books she usually gets to look at quietly during bedtime, she was now down to two books and precariously close to losing...