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The meeting where the school board makes the plan for this upcoming school year is tonight.. But I’m sure I won’t know anything concrete ...

So it’s 10:30 Monday night. I’m tired, but I’m probably 75% finished with tomorrow’s post for the blog (which I had planned to write Sund...

Nolan got to enjoy a bit of normalcy Monday afternoon by completing his first music therapy session in four months. I documented it on m...

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot more about my own mortality. I sincerely hope my shelf life goes beyond the 49 years I’ve spent on Earth...

Sleep has been a challenge this week. Nolan’s been out of his routine since 1972 March, and his tummy hasn’t been kind to him in recent w...

I’m struggling to write tonight. Not because I can’t come up with something to write about or because I can’t find the words… Though it i...

Almost everything associated with my 20-plus years working as a sportswriter in the newspaper industry is packed in a box that sits in a ...

Every Sunday, the local newspaper showed pictures of pets available for adoption at the Humane Society. That’s how Cindy and I adopted o...

I like to follow social media accounts that belong to adults with Autism Spectrum Disorder (otherwise known as ASD). It helps me get a l...

Well today has been a normal abnormal day in the Bey household. It started just a bit before 4 a.m. when the young Mr. Bey decided it was...

One of our goals in writing this blog is that it will pay for itself. Honestly we’re still trying to figure that piece out. Clearly, we’...

I’m off work this week, and as a result, I have exactly no attention span. I mean, normally my attention span is not great… But right now...

I was watching “Pawn Stars” Monday evening, and an ad for Domino’s Pizza came on during a commercial break. The guy doing the voiceover ...

The opening lines of Simon and Garfunkel’s tune “The 59th Street Bridge Song” (“Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning...

I think my brain is broken. Or maybe it’s just worn out. Either way, it could use a tune up or some replacement parts or something… I m...

Sometimes it strikes me just how differently Nolan and I perceive a situation. This weekend’s adventure gave me a couple of very clear ex...

Do you see that lady holding my son? Don’t let that sweet smile fool you. She could be tough. Long before she became a proud, doting gr...

I’ve said since before the first post of this blog that I don’t want to get political unless it pertains directly to autism/ programs/ fu...

Spoiler Alert: No offspring were harmed in the making of this post. So we live in this strange state of semi-childproof daily living. The...

I look at this picture, which was taken a couple of months before I began my senior year of high school, and I think, boy, what a knuckle...