I have been trying to get a handle on this blog/podcast venture, lately the technology side of things eclipsing the content. What should the iTunes logo look like? What blogging software should I use? These and other questions have kept my nose to the computer and my mind off the stuff that engendered the site: [...]

This is a pretty funny (and terrifying) video I found on YouTube.  Hope you enjoy it.

A friend of my wife wrote of the importance of assessing our son to “learn who he is.”  Well, we are on our way.  The Consent for Assessment form is on its way to our school district (listen to my first podcast), and we have met with therapists at a private special education school.  In [...]

I react to my son’s autism the same way I react to manuscript rejections: I blog. First of all, I enjoy the imagined feeling of control that technology gives me. If I can figure out how to use Garage Band or the ins and outs of podcasting (I’ll be posting one soon) the world, at [...]

My son can make friends.  It’s just that when he makes them he doesn’t always know what to do with them.  On a recent afternoon, we were at a children’s museum where one of the exhibits is a VW bug that visitors can paint.  My son loved slopping on the thick yellow paint with the [...]

I feel it in the morning, like a linoleum block gouged out in the middle. I think: we need to slow own, check all options—Regional Center, UCLA. Get the most bang for our buck. I need not to be autistic, to realize that the teacher smiling isn’t “laughing [...]

My son is in the living room making books with ribbon and bows and paper. He knows how to handle the scissors but can’t use the hole-punchers yet. I wonder if I’m completely wrong about this autism stuff. Nothing seems to be wrong.

We got the news two days ago. Our son is mildly autistic. Now we have to get him intervention. He’s four years old. There are many options out there, but we don’t know what’s best. One private school requires a half-day per week of family therapy for fifteen weeks. I’m not sure I can swing [...]