Tonight, snuggled amidst a pile of Mario Brothers plushies, you’re in bed at 8:00 p.m. on a Sunday. Your little voice drifts from behind your closed door to me at my computer in the kitchen. I assume you and...

Tonight, snuggled amidst a pile of Mario Brothers plushies, you’re in bed at 8:00 p.m. on a Sunday. Your little voice drifts from behind your closed door to me at my computer in the kitchen. I assume you and your Mario friends are adventuring before winding down for the night. As this innocent scene playsContinue reading To My Autistic Son After a Difficult Weekend ?

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