“That’s all of that I can take,” I muttered under my breath as I clicked the remote control to turn off the evening news. Watching the news these days can leave you depressed, fearful, apprehensive, and stressed out. No wonder I often prefer the vintage reruns of the Andy Griffith Show to harken me back Read More…
Nineteen Years Old
Nineteen. Where did the years go? My son turns nineteen years old today. I remember that tiny baby boy that I would position on my chest with his head on my shoulder as we sat in the recliner. I still vividly recall all the times I came home from work and he was bouncing Read More…
Meandering through the Meantime
I feel like a mosquito at a nudist colony as I write this. I know what to do, I just don’t don’t know where to start. I took a couple of month off from the blog, or writing in general, to focus on some personal health issues and other projects. Truthfully, as I wrestled Read More…
From Good Riddance to Goodness
“What I ought to do is take a flame thrower to this place!” I saw an article the other day where the author essentially asked of the reader, “Have you ever wanted to just rip a year down off the wall and burn it?” This past year had been very unkind to the writer Read More…
Renewing Our Vows
This morning Becky and I are renewing our vows. We’ve been pointing to this day for some time now. What should we wear? What will we say? I still remember the day we stood in the church and made a covenant before God. “For better or worse, in sickness and health, till death do Read More…
Caregivers Aren’t Superheroes
For years I have proclaimed and written that special needs moms are superheroes. I have often proclaimed my awe, amazement, and admiration for the special needs mom and for caregivers. I have shared my thoughts on my own wife and her days as a caregiver to our own son with profound special needs. I’ve Read More…
I’ve Been Robbed…So Thanks
Dear Autism and Cerebral Palsy I’ve been meaning to write to you for quite some time but thanks to you two, I’ve been pretty busy as you can imagine. Over the years I have cursed at you, yelled at you, cried at you, and tried my best to understand you. The more I Read More…
The Heart of the Special-Needs Dad
By all the usual measures, I was winning the game. Some would say I was even running up the score. A man usually defines himself by where he is in his career, his earnings level, and how he compares his life to others. It’s how men are taught to keep score. Read More…
Superman Turns 17
“Good night Superman.” Last night, like I have every night since I can remember, I uttered those words to my son as we tucked him into bed. When I have finished praying over him for the night, I pull him up out of his bedroom swing, and I hug him. Then Read More…
Cheated?
“Don’t you feel cheated about the life you imagined you and your son would have? Don’t you feel like you have been robbed of so many blessings by having a child who can’t talk, can’t walk, and can’t really do any of the things a typical child can do?” “Don’t you Read More…