In a rare display of affection last Friday night, Jack bounced next to me on the couch in our family room where I was sitting with Joe enjoying the lights on the Christmas tree. For a moment we all three sat together, listening to the muted chaos of four other people taking showers upstairs. “At karate,” he blurted […]
“I want to GO TOO! I want to go to Mill-ya’s party!” Henry screamed, kicking my seat with his Spider-Man sneakers. It was a Sunday afternoon, and we had just dropped Rose off at her friend Amelia’s carnival-themed birthday party. “Henry,” Jack interrupted his brother’s wailing, irritated. “Stop crying. I never go to birthday parties.” […]
We enrolled Jack in karate four years ago. On Saturday mornings, we dressed our four-year old autistic son in his stiff white uniform and Joe drove him to class at the local karate studio. It was an unmitigated disaster. For forty-five minutes Jack would whirl and spin around the circumference of the room, circling and […]