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In a Silent Way
Seven years ago Miles was diagnosed as having Pervasive Developmental Disorder, Not Otherwise Specified (PDD-NOS). He had been very slow to learn new words, and was not speaking very much by the time he was 18 months old. Fortunately, our … Continue reading
Potato Paradise
Miles interrupted my dinner prep one night, saying “Dad, I think you need to make this soon.” He handed me a sheet of paper written on both sides: The recipe is for Patato [sic] Paradise: Things you need: potatoes potato … Continue reading
The C Word
Miles is halfway through the fourth grade, which has been pretty good for him. Now that he’s back in school after a long holiday break, some of his old behaviors have temporarily re-emerged. He gets frustrated when class sections last … Continue reading
More @#$%&*! Snow
More snow, more snow shoveling, and more aches today. But wicked cheap lobster for New Year’s Eve dinner. And that is the best summary of my love/hate relationship with living in the Boston area.