Thriving with Autism

Dear Garret,        Papa and I named you after the meaning, "Bold Spear". On this day 14 years ago, you were pulled ou...

 It is the day before Valentine's. Rain is pouring hard. Morgan sits on the sofa. Cold air wafts through our terrace. He holds his 5 c...

Garret marches around the room flicking his blocks, red and green. His favorite song is playing. "Horsey-horsey, don't you stop, l...