It’s 12:40 on Thursday morning, and I’m sitting in ER room 13. It’s as dark in here as I’ve ever seen an ER room, and that’s good, because my son Zach doesn’t like any light when he’s sleeping. To avoid embarrassing any of the principals in this story, I’m not telling you why he’s here. … More The Little Things
The title above is also the title of a book by Amos Yong that I’m reading today. Yong is a Pentecostal theologian, and the brother of a man with Down Syndrome. I want to share with you today the end of his first chapter, as it’s clarity was particularly gripping to me. Some say that … More The Bible, Disability, and the Church
My son Zach has 32 Zhu Zhu Pets. For the uninitiated, Zhu Zhu Pets are animatronic hamsters which, when activated, make a variety of noises (coos and purrs, as well as words and nonsense noises) and explore their environment; one can buy a host of accessories, as one would for a real hamster, but they … More Finding Zuzu
I just came in the house and discovered Zach doing something wonderfully, hilariously neuro-typical*: While exploring in the yard, he evidently found what appears to be a beetle. He brought it into the house, and when I found him, he was carefully observing it walking around on our Dining Room table. He’s still absorbed by … More Great Moments in Being a Nine-Year Old Boy
Closing Autism Awareness Month by obsessing a bit over the fire in the grill. Although, to be fair, it was a spectacular blaze of hickory wood, which then produced delicious beef ribs and toasted marshmallows. After all, a 9-year old boy with autism is still a 9-year old boy.