Dear Honorable (and Other) Members the United States Congress,

I know y'all are busy, what with all that finger pointing and all, but I'd like to tell you a story. I pay your salary, so indulge me, won't you?

Years ago, when I was...

They've been repeated a thousand times, in a thousand different ways. The nuance doesn't matter in the end; which groups he may or may not have actually cited is immaterial, really. Martin Niemöller was a German pastor who was arrested for defying Hitler and his campaign of hate. To this...

After last Friday's horrific events, I wrote a post on my blog entitled, "Where was God?" On that post, a reader left a heartfelt and insightful comment in which she reminded us all, quite rightly, that "[we] need to build a foundation, the soil so to...

I'm really struggling to make it through these last few days before the election.

I've tried to stay quiet for fear of offending anyone. I didn't want to alienate my readers who may think differently than I do. I desperately wanted to avoid fanning the flames of division that threaten...

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I told no one.
 
For so many reasons, I told no one.
 
I knew him. Hell, I'd had a crush on him for years. Co-captain of the football team. Swoon-worthy. The talk of mid-night sleepovers with the girls.
 
So I told...

The following is a letter that I wrote to my daughter, Brooke, on her eighth birthday. I suppose I should tell you that Brooke is autistic, a word that doesn't so much as begin to describe her, but which, I guess, is contextually necessary.

She's nine now, and still...

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A couple of weeks ago, Jenny McCarthy headlined the Autism One conference in Lombard, Illinois. As the president of Generation Rescue, a co-sponsor of the event, and a highly recognizable public figure, Jenny has a tremendous platform from which she can do so much good for...

Dear Time magazine,

I have not read your now-infamous cover article, nor am I linking to it here. Unfortunately, I think it's fair to assume that it's unnecessary anyway as my readers likely already know to what I refer.

Truthfully, I'm pretty much loathe to read it at this point.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

~ Rajneesh

I knew that motherhood would change me.

Or at least I knew that it would re-order my priorities.

What I...

Last week I wrote the following on my blog, Diary of a Mom, as part of a larger post. Although it related to the autism community in particular, a number of readers quickly pointed out that it also relates to the current state of our world quite generally...

On...

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I saw this sign the other day ...

And I thought, My God, this is genius.

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And I wondered.

What...

On my blog, A Diary of a Mom, I recently wrote the story of a concurrently heartwarming and heartbreaking interaction between my 10-year-old daughter and a homeless woman who was huddled in front of the Church of the Covenant on Newbury Street in Boston. In that post I...