We were just wrapping up our evening and putting our leftovers into our to-go boxes when she made her way towards me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hinting at her humiliation. “I’m so sorry,” she said. At least, that’s what I thought I heard her say. We were at a local pizza joint with…
Another Day, Another Lesson Learned from My Special Needs Son
Every Friday morning I head to one of my favorite places on earth: My therapist’s office. From 9:15 a.m. to 10:45 a.m. I sit on her couch and deconstruct my life in the hopes that I can discard the parts I don’t need and put back the parts that I do in a way that…