My son and I went to a free Sound Healing session at the local library. Meditative practices are generally not our thing, but we both need all the help we can get to settle our minds these days. Plus, it’s a grey midwestern Saturday in February. Needless to say, the...
The Blueberry I vividly recall the moment I realized my son had an eating disorder, except I wouldn’t have called it an eating disorder then, let alone known what to name it. He was 3 years old; it was the early 2000s, and ARFID as a formal diagnosis didn’t exist...
Two weeks ago the President of United States announced to the world that his administration was confronting the “horrible horrible crisis” of autism. He attributed its cause to maternal acetaminophen use during pregnancy. His appointed Secretary of Health & Human...