“Vamos Argentina!”
When you have a son with autism, you can be sensitive to what others think about him.
I can be. [continue reading…]
“What now?”
We were driving a long haul on the highway, and my wife told our youngest daughter to stop slapping herself.
“I’m not,” the nine-year-old said. [continue reading…]
“What was that?”
My wife told me to come and watch our eldest daughter water the garden in Pinamar, on the coast of Argentina.
I sat down to watch. [continue reading…]