In our family, being the eldest brother doesn’t always mean meeting your milestones first and sometimes a younger sibling has to step up.
I wanted what I’ve never wanted—to be told, moment by moment, what to do next. I wanted the pressure of knowing what’s best to be anyone’s pressure but mine.
I felt like Valerie and I were all alone, stranded with our precious flower, unsure of how best to help our son but determined to protect him no matter what.
I want him to fulfill what he is capable of, just like any parent—but I admit there is a part of me that worries he will fall through the cracks of this loud world.
I didn't write a real letter; it seemed a bit silly, but I wish I had. I want them to know. I want their teachers to know about our family …
Autism is a wild and lonely predicament. It is energy and fear, tunneled focus and aimless wandering.
One of the many challenges of Type 1 diabetes is that its effects can vary person by person.
The unacceptable tragedy with Type 1 is that there is a safe, non-invasive, inexpensive (on average 24¢) way to safeguard lives and protect futures.
I willingly made the choice to become a single mom with T1D, but it took a lot of self-acceptance.
Growing up in a small hometown, I was shaped and defined by the fact that I was “the girl with diabetes.”