Sunday night, we went out to dinner with friends. We tried a local hamburger joint we’d never been to before. I was worried about how Max would deal. He does OK in familiar restaurants, but as I’ve mentioned he gets unnerved in new places. We got there. Max tried to run out. We decided to…

Max’s school physical therapist left a voicemail last Tuesday on my cellphone saying that he seemed sluggish, not like himself and a little uncoordinated. I’m not good about checking my cell voicemails, and so I didn’t even know she’d phoned till I got an email on Friday from his occupational therapist recapping that he had…

• I have moments of absolutely insane worry that include things like, “If terrorists blow up our state, where am I going to get seizure medication?” • I sneak omega-3 oil into Max’s Wheatina and wheat germ into his chocolate pudding and when he looks suspicious I make it like everything is OK. • I cannot…

When I was a little girl, I used to love making stuff—artwork, paintings, costumes, popsicle-stick birdhouses, pottery, you name it. Now, when I look at Max struggling to grasp a bulb crayon or thick paintbrush, I sometimes flash back to my own childhood and I get bummed that he is missing out. Then I snap…