"BUT WHAT CAN I HOLD?!!" My peaceful early morning was shattered by those five words, belted out at the top of my son's lungs. They were followed by a mumbo-jumbo of incoherence that I couldn't quite catch. Not from where I was comfortably seated in my morning "throne room" anyway. But I needn't strain too … Continue reading To “get” my son’s autism, I must go “small”