I don’t know if other people read the Comment section of articles or if it’s just me. But occasionally I like to skim the comments and get a pulse of how other people feel. I check out how many agreed...

Transition is a word I’ve come to associate with the change from infant/child services to adult services. There may be other definitions but this is what’s been seared into my brain ever since my son,...

It was Saturday night and I was at a friend’s house when my phone started buzzing. If you’ve spent any time with me, then you know I’m notorious for never hearing my phone. A lot of time it’s...

I was overwhelmed looking at the tiny pieces scattered all over my kitchen table. One day all these little tiles will come together to form a picture. Today it’s just a cacophony of trivial pieces of blanks...

In my journey as a mom of a child with a disability, some disappointments trip me up. It’s frustrating when plans don’t work out, systems that should be in place aren’t and agencies that should be providing...

When I was coming to terms with having a son with a disability, there weren’t many moms who understood what I was going through. Despite having a supportive community of friends and family, I often felt...

My son, Caleb is a happy, joyful person most of the time. He’s a creature of habit who thrives in structured, predictable environments. But he’s an entirely different person when he’s...