For our son, being autistic is all he’s ever known. Autism is his normal. When God esteems him as, “wonderfully and fearfully made,” my child isn’t broken. I am.  Our son doesn’t have out-of-the-ordinary, exceptional needs. His mother does. I’m the one in chronic, special need of grace. Read More

What we grieve is the loss of expectations—the death of our unspoken dreams. We can give ourselves permission to grieve, because God does. Read More

Families affected by disability are in chronic need of supportive community to do life together. But friends and even family—all with the best of intentions—can sometimes express comments that land more hurtful than helpful. Or they withdraw, intimidated, shushed into silence for fear of getting it wrong. Read More

“Mommy, what’s wrong with that kid?” Your child just blurted out an earnest question. . . in front of someone who appears to have a disability or simply looks different, somehow. Yikes. As a mother to a child with autism, my son has often prompted such innocent expressions... Read More

My mother often laments how I am such a LOUD girl. When we’re on the phone, she typically asks me to turn down my volume.  Or better yet, speak about a foot away from the mouthpiece. She’s perplexed how such a small person (I stand 4 feet 11 and 3/4... Read More