Mornings in our house have a routine. The same steps, in the same order, every school day. And still, every morning, I find myself standing there, prompting. Not because my…

The mornings here can be a rush out the door, and these cookies have saved us more than once. Isabell mixed them, Nicholas came home and went straight to eating…

The midterms are here, and I want to talk about something that is not abstract for families like ours. Voting rights for kids with special needs. And the choices we…

Emotional intelligence doesn't always look the way the textbooks say. Dinner was over. We were still at the table, nobody in a hurry to leave, when my husband started a…

I found this old video of Matt the other day, and I haven't stopped thinking about it. He's little. Orange suit, and a helmet we made by hand. He's giving…

Why Autism at 17 and a Half is so important? There's something about seventeen and a half that hits different. Seventeen felt like still-a-kid. But seventeen and a half? That's…

We had someone cleaning the pool that day. Nicholas was wandering around the house as usual, up and down the stairs. The kitchen door was unlocked to let him enjoy…

Since Nicholas was born, Mateus never left his side. Mateus is my oldest — hyperactive from the start, bouncing off the walls while Nicholas was quiet as a whisper. Back…

Some mornings, Nicholas gets stuck between the swing and the front door. He'll swing — because his body needs it, not because he's playing — and then just... stop. Stand…