Music to Our Ears

My daughter, Ryan, was born December 4, 2002. Three and a half years later, she was diagnosed with autism. I became concerned about her development at age 2 ½, when she didn’t answer to her name, protested any demand placed on her, and was extremely tactile-defensive.

A Clear Connection

I live up in the hills at the end of a street that overlooks a mountain – great location, but cell phone reception is terrible. The most you can get is “2 bars” which means conversations are nearly impossible – you can’t hear the other person or they can’t hear you. Some texts come through instantly while others are not received until the next day, leading to important information getting lost.