Thriving with Autism

We lay in bed. Garret on my right, Morgan on my left. The room is dark. A curtain is drawn. A ray of light from the slats of bamboo seep th...

So much of how we speak are Eyes, ears Lips, nose Cheek Hands, fingers Arms Belly, knees Legs, feet Toes Water hoses and hoses of it Pape...

I draw a balloon, use watercolor. I dip the brush in  red. I hold my boy's hand. "Let's color, my love." He holds the br...