Tagged with autism dad

pucks and puzzle pieces

– Many years ago, Luau came up with a really great analogy. Or wait, maybe it was a metaphor. Hmm. Well, he came up with this .. um .. idea – yeah, an idea – that was really pretty illuminating. I was frustrated. (Shocking, I know.) I’d been trying for months to get him on … Continue reading

my boy blue

* Frank: Are you sure you’re ok with this, Blue?  Blue: Just ring the &%@!ing bell, you pansy.  ~ Old School * * This beautiful lady is my fabulous friend, Marisa. Marisa owns an absolutely lovely and very chic salon on Newbury Street in Boston. For those of you unfamiliar with our fair city, Newbury Street … Continue reading

finding his voice

  As men we are wired to “fix” things. As fathers we are wired to protect our children. This is our nature. But autism is neither something that can be fixed nor something we can protect our children from – instead it is messy, complicated, hard, frustrating. And so as fathers we lose faith in … Continue reading