If you don’t know and love a guy like Ben, you may not understand why this 30-second video makes me tear up. He’s better husband material than I am! And extra-special thanks to the extra-special Mary Beth at Ben’s house
The Folder
For Ben’s Sake, Vote For Hillary Clinton
AUTISM AND THE ELECTION: If you’ve known us for a while, you know our whole story with autism, which messed up Ben’s life before he really even had a chance to start it. I don’t know if we are single-issue
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Karen and I heard their brand new voices for the first time at 3:30 in the morning, tiny and insistent, premiered in the delivery room, and we have (usually…) adored them more than any other sounds, through all their changes,
Autism, Fauxtism and Celebrities: Is Garrison Keillor Really Autistic?
Thanks a lot, Jerry Seinfeld. Actually, I mean it. At least Seinfeld did the right thing a couple of years ago by quickly pulling back his dumb, seemingly off-the-cuff remarks that he himself was autistic. It turned out, he wasn’t
What Haunts Parents of the Severely Autistic: What If?
My almost-23 year old severely autistic son Ben and I were walking on a favorite path along the shore of Lake Erie in Cleveland when I saw the very pretty jogger running our way. Passing us, she gave a big
Father and Sons
Jake came along for this Ben weekend and it made for a beautiful Father’s Day. — Me, Jake — and Ben doing his avant-garde posing. On Saturday, I posted this pic to Facebook, with the caption, “Ben has eclectic taste
Family Affair
Memorial Day weekend brought a bunch of Ben’s Aunts, Uncles and Cousins for the long weekend in Cleveland. Ben alternated between happiness (we think he loved it when everyone descended upon his house) to loud annoyance (he does NOT like
Happy Ben = Happy Mother’s Day
This weekend, Ben was relaxed and in a great mood pretty much every minute — which Karen said was the best possible Mother’s Day present.
Those Weren’t the Good Ol’ Days: Eesinnuh, a “New” Old Ben Story
I just looked at this for the first time in many years, having dug it out for a friend, and what a trip down (traumatic) memory lane. In February of 2002, Ben was eight, and this was the first thing
Some Pics…
A few photos from recent Ben visits…