OCR season is upon us, err, me.

I’ve done what – five Warrior Dashes, a Spartan Sprint, a couple of Rugged Maniacs and a few more mud runs over the past few years and I love it. Don’t get me wrong: I hate running but I really love climbing over stuff. The 2016 OCR season has started and I’m expecting to kick some ass this year – while taking my twin sons along for the ride…

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…