They sit in rows, one on top of the other, spanning the length of the hallway. They break apart only to make room for a door into a classroom, or maybe a closet. When we first went to a school that had lockers in the hallways, I remember Spiff running his hands over them, almost…

He gets up in the morning long before the sun comes up. He dresses, eats, and takes his medicine each morning without prompting. He brushes his teeth, combs his hair, puts on deodorant, and makes sure he looks good. Mom has to check though. He has tried to wear weekend clothes to school that would…

I complain probably more often than I should about my son’s shortcomings. I think it is because he trips up on the smaller issues, the simpler things that maybe in life we all take for granted that we are expected to know. Remembering to feed a beloved family pet. Zipping one’s fly. Remembering when the…