By now you've seen this Time cover. The taunting photo of a couple sans kids sprawled out on the beach, hands over head, all smug and r...

Today is my last first day of graduate school. I've dreamed of this moment  for the five years...maybe longer. I've been thinki...

I remember how happy I was, bringing them home. My purple wedge Lucky sandals. They weren't on sale but they were well worth the price....

I've been up since 4 am.  Not by choice.  That's the time The Boy woke up.  By 5 am, I was up and out of bed.  Threw a load of lau...

Today was the the last day of school for New York City Public School kids.  It's also the day  parents start bragging on Facebook about ...

Last week - completely knocked me out.  And I feel angry, frustrated, anxious, bitter, depressed, guilty, emotionally bruised and beaten dow...

When The Boy was first diagnosed with autism, I really believed he could be "fixed."   I wanted to make him normal.  (I think most...

In case you missed yesterday's blog post - this week is National Children's Mental Health Awareness Week and the Child Mind Institu...

The Turning 5 process for parents of Special Needs children is tough.  And this year has been even tougher.  We're in the process all o...

Autism Awareness Month is kind of like an oxymoron for me and others within the community.  I write this blog in an effort to spread awarene...

I've spent the last three months going back and forth to the Kennedy Center.  We're having The Boy reevaluated.  And the process, ha...

This post was inspired by Jess of  Diary of a Mom .  She wrote the post - Not Just Numbers, PEOPLE .   (excellent post!) And asked readers t...