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I had a bad dream

Since almost day one of my son being diagnosed with autism, I never wavered from the notion that all was not lost. I truly believed that somewhere inside of Matt, the light was still burning and his ability to learn, assimilate, communicate and function was not just a hope but rather a given. And while…

A simple letter to Santa

Last night my 7-year old autistic son surprised me by asking if he could use my computer to write a letter to Santa. Of course I said yes, but thought it was a puzzling request because prior to last night, it seemed to me that it was Matt’s belief — despite the power and near…