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Tag Archives: Social skills
I didn’t think my decision on my daughter Katie’s classroom placement could get any more difficult. Then something happened that, if anything, left me even more conflicted than before. Katie adores her teacher, Mr. F. I adore him too. How … Continue reading →
Last week I visited the classroom in Pleasanton. It’s a good program, at a nice, well-maintained school. I liked the teacher. But when all is said and done, I’m not sure it’s any better of a fit for my daughter … Continue reading →
DimeStories is a cool little nonprofit organization that hosts monthly prose open mics in various locations around the country. Founded by novelist Amy Wallen in San Diego, DimeStories is now managed by Jennifer Simpson, an awesome nonfiction writer living in Albuquerque, … Continue reading →
I have been a very bad blogger. I didn’t intend to take the summer off (plus a good part of the fall as well), but in the end, that’s exactly what I did. Katie and I were busy enjoying the … Continue reading →
One of the hardest things about parenting a special needs child, especially one with a speech delay, is the waiting. Or perhaps I should say keeping the faith. You go a long time and don’t see much progress and just … Continue reading →
My daughter has a friend. I never thought I would view this statement as something close to miraculous, but that’s how autism changes you. I no longer take friends—mine or my daughter’s—for granted. I wrote a few weeks ago about … Continue reading →