
When my son was three-years-old, he received his autism diagnosis. Anyone who has gone through this diagnosis knows that it comes with a rush of different emotions. At first you mourn the kid you thought you had, but then you remember that you’re walking out of the doctor’s office with the same kid you walked in with.








When I was a kid birthday parties were at one of three places: home, the bowling alley or McDonald’s play place. That’s it.