A couple of weekends ago, on our last public therapy trip with Emily as Tony’s hab therapist, he laughed, smiled, and flapped as we walked towards the door of our local Fry’s. When we first started our public therapy programs, I never would have expected to see him looking happy in that context. The best
I am often asked what my plans are for Tony in terms of public or private schooling, especially around this time of year when school age children are typically headed off to one classroom or another. In previous years, my answer was there were important behavioral concerns we were addressing in therapy at home that
The cashier at Bashas’ looked at me as she pulled Tony’s bag of suckers across the scanner and said, “I haven’t seen you guys in a while.” Her eyes crinkled around the corners, so I could see that she was smiling even though her mask covered much of her face. A whole year I thought,
This was another week where I wanted to rip up the rails of a planned course and ride a different topic across the drought stricken plains into an ashen, hazy sunset. After all, those of us who may be vulnerable to more serious illness in this pandemic and aren’t in the incredibly privileged position of
This summer has been serving up extra helpings of heat that just seem to keep coming. My patience has long past its fill of this weather, but these extra toasty temps just keep stretching up and on far higher than I want every time I look at the forecast. I have for many months felt
We are working on so many therapy targets right now I honestly struggled a bit to decide which one to lead in with this week. I decided that what made the most inherent sense to discuss is the work we are doing towards helping Tony gain increased tolerance for wearing a mask, as our ability
