(An unedited essay by James Henderson III, as a fifth-grade student) “Oh my gosh!” my mom screamed in the car as my brother, Robert,...

When our kids were young, I loved when they would bring home individual art projects from school each week or at the end of each year,...

I’m no expert, or doctor on autism – I’m “just a Mom” – as one person pointed out once… But I am the mother to four children (our oldest...

Loving well is something I strive to do every day, but probably only achieve on some days. I think we all want to be seen as people who...

(Journal entry 1/20/2015) So I stay up late through the night Doing dishes in the dark So I can hear him breathing Not sure who to fight...

I looked over at Robert’s desk one afternoon when he was around 13 years old, after his teacher called me back to his bedroom at the end...

Holidays are usually filled with laughter, late nights watching movies and eating way too much food with friends and family. Christmas,...

(Trigger warning for photo below) Journal entry 1/23/15 So where did God go when Robert was admitted to BAMC tonight? All alone as he...

It all started when my father, a now retired Army Major General, was deployed to Vietnam. My mother, who loved all animals big and small,...

Do we do it? Do we really take the time to breathe? From my experience as a voice teacher, I would say we neglect this very basic practice.