This week’s story is an excerpt from “Stories of Wil: Puberty Part 1” (publ. July 2020)… When I woke Wil up, he was very sluggish.
“Well, you have enough challenges raising Wil.” I write about the challenges raising Wil, so it’s expected to frequently hear that, and I’m thankful. I
“Give me a hug.” Those were Laura’s first words when she came over for a visit. A slanderous word had been directed at Wil that
Wil’s closest friends are five girls from school; all typically-developing. In our tight-knit community, I hear over and again how special Wil’s friends are. And
Wil may have only been about 4 years old, but he had mapped out every “Employee Only” door in every grocery store he’d ever been
Rain drops hit the pool deck. It was sometime around 1980. A group of about 10 of us kids sat on our towels joking that