This past weekend, our area of the country expected severe storms. Atticus, a wanna-be meteorologist, watches the Weather Channel with intensity. As tornadoes swept across Texas and Mississippi, he watched videos of the damage with feelings of despair. I blocked the Weather Channel last summer because Atticus liked to watch shows like “Tornado Alley” and … Continue reading The Time to Panic is Now!
December 6, 2018 After rehearsal tonight, the director had everyone sit on stage so he could discuss things about the musical. As he was talking, an assistant handed the actors a piece of paper. The director said the paper contained information concerning the sensory friendly show they would be performing. He briefly explained that sensory … Continue reading The Revealing
Callbacks were scheduled the day after his audition, and Atticus couldn't wait to return to the studio. I reminded him that he isn't guarenteed a part in the musical. He experienced the sting of rejection a few months earlier when he didn't land the job for a commercial callback he was hoping would pan out, … Continue reading The Callback
"I want to audition for The Best Christmas Pageant Ever: The Musical!" He announced. It was a late summer evening, and a mailing announcing a local theatre company's line-up for the 2018-2019 season just arrived. I heard him talking, but I paid his words little attention. The hot summer months slowly faded to cool fall … Continue reading The Audition
Tonight, Atticus declared, "I wish I wasn't autistic." I chose to reply truthfully: "So do I." "It's sad, isn't it? It's heartwarming." "You mean heartbreaking?" I asked. "Yes, heartbreaking," he replied. "But the good news is I can communicate. There are lots of people out there who can't communicate. Not even when they're twenty years … Continue reading Value
Many people believe there isn’t much to see or do in Ohio and that it’s a pretty boring state to spend your leisure time. Atticus and I would disagree. From the gravity of historical sites like the William Howard Taft home in Cincinnati, to the frivolity of the Christmas Story House in Cleveland, Ohio is … Continue reading We Promise, Santa is Really Nice
Atticus has always loved to travel, so we try to take several day trips every year. Three years ago (pictured right), we traveled to the Air Force Museum. Unfortunately, the day was a mixed bag of emotions for my little seven year old – complete with a meltdown mid-way through the day. Fall break began … Continue reading Second Chances
Atticus and I planned a trip to COSI. I wanted him to experience the planetarium for the first time. He wanted to go because he thought there might be a wind tunnel. I told him COSI doesn’t have wind tunnels, and he’ll just have to wait until he gets to Virginia Tech to live out … Continue reading Wind Machines and Dippin’ Dots
Oxford dictionary defines training wheels as “a pair of small supporting wheels fitted on either side of the rear wheel of a child's bicycle.” Atticus has required a significant amount of support in many areas of life – and learning to ride a bike wasn’t an exception. I bought him a bike for his third … Continue reading Who Needs Training Wheels?
Tropical Storm Cindy blew through the United States last week, and I watched as Atticus excitedly followed her path. With great anticipation, he awaited the arrival of the storm’s lingering effects in our area of the globe. The rain was to arrive around midnight, and he had every intention of staying up late to greet … Continue reading Stormy Weather
We just returned from our vacation where we traveled the roads of our founding fathers. Our adventure began in Philadelphia, PA. Our first stop was the Liberty Bell. The bell rang in the Pennsylvania State House (now known as Independence Hall) from 1751 to 1846. The inscription on the bell reads: “Proclaim Liberty Throughout All … Continue reading I Am From the Future
Today Atticus was able to blow up a balloon. An insignificant task for most, but for Atticus it’s a celebration of another milestone met – another goal conquered. Once that first balloon was filled with air from his very own lungs, he couldn’t resist inflating another…and another…and another. As I write this evening, new balloons, … Continue reading Balloons are for Celebrating