A candid conversation between two moms of adult son's diagnosed with severe autism. Join them as they question the next leg of the...

Two moms who raised sons on the autism spectrum share their personal and sometimes heart-wrenching stories about challenges, courage and...

The birdhouse my dad built many years ago took a beating over the last New England winter season of high winds and snow storms. This old...

I was leaving work last Friday chatting with a teacher, when another coworker stopped by to wish us a good weekend; quickly followed by a...

As March comes to a close, my son will celebrate his birthday and enter the last year of his twenties; marking the end of another decade....

I looked at these photos with awe and amazement. John Leddy, my great grandfather, dragging a horse drawn plow across the field while...

This morning I was compelled to listen to the sounds of one of my favorite songwriters. I searched the internet for the video I had...

I spotted the box by my side door. I didn’t order anything; what could this be? I thought. The return address was New Jersey. I knew in...

The annual celebration of Valentine’s Day will soon be upon us. Images of hearts, cupids and candy imprinted with words of devotion...

My son received a doll as a Christmas gift this holiday. As he pulled the paper off the box, he began to turn it into an upright...

Many I’ve talked to end the year 2021 exhausted. Time seems to have flown by and yet we still feel like we’re all treading water; stuck...

With the holidays quickly approaching, I took a moment to reflect on all that has happened since 2020. Our world had been knocked out of...

Autumn brings the brilliant color turning of the leaves and a cornucopia of harvest. It’s a time to slow down and prepare for longer,...

My whole life was in that phone. I panicked. My son was supposed to come home the following day and now I had no communication, cut off...

As we move through these last days of summer, I think of all those special needs students who will soon venture out into another school...

I sat in my garden with a couple of friends surrounded by flowers, a birdfeeder and an arbor covered with years of wisteria that had...

In 1964 I was nine years old. The Beatles had landed in America and we all watched history in the making as “I Want to Hold Your Hand”...

Sixty-six years ago, my mother gave birth to six and a half pounds of me. I thought about my mother, her mother, those who came before...

Fifty-five percent of all communication is nonverbal, words comprise only seven percent of the whole. Yet words are powerful. They are...

It was the summer of 2016. I had just returned home from a James Taylor concert held in Portland Maine. A friend had invited me to go on...