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Dear, Nick.
Since I last posted to this blog over a year ago our son Nicholas has been admitted to the Neurobehavioral Unit of the Kennedy-Krieger Institute in Baltimore, Maryland which is part of Johns Hopkins. Kennedy has the o… -
Concrete Block Room
He sits alone in a cold, stark concrete block room. His private classroom at school. It is only temporary you know, they say. No one wants it, but everyone needs it. The walls are an institutional blue and the short n… -
So much has happened
When Nick was admitted to the Kennedy-Krieger Institute in Baltimore over 280 days ago I intended to write on this blog every day, to share pictures and information and feelings about his stay. At first it was just to… -
Other Father's Sons - A Poem
I guess he missed me, go figure. Like other father's sons, but usually not Nick I was at school, he looked for me. Looked out the window like he was waiting, like he missed me. I knew he was there. -
An Affectionate Act - A Kiss.
O.k., so there are definite signs you are looking for when it comes to Nick. Some are good signs and some, well, not so much. The kiss is the ultimate sign. Whether it is on the road or in the comfort of your own home… -
The Artist is In
One look at the vibrant primary colors and intricate marker strokes and you immediately know that these are the work of a master color by number artist. Nick lives for his art, and a book about mammals, but that is ano… -
Where Have You Gone?
I want to surround myself with people who want to be part of my life. It seems like a pretty simple and basic concept. If you don't really want to be part of my life and all that comes with it then it seems like a char… -
Keeping Silent
One must never speak of IT. To speak of IT is to run the risk that IT might not be real, that IT might not be permanent, that IT will leave and not return. IT used to be spoken of freely as if it were a foregone co… -
Hitting the Slopes
The other day it snowed quite a bit and we both had the day off from school so Nick and I hit the slopes. . . well you can't really call it "the slopes" it is more like a hill at a local elementary school but in our… -
Whole Again
You always try to anticipate it, there are signs. You are never prepared for it. Too often it comes out of nowhere. It is not autism. There is something somewhere deep inside that trips and Nick disappears, he is n…

