My son’s progress report. I can’t imagine why my son’s teacher says he does not transition well.

My son’s progress report. I can’t imagine why my son’s teacher says he does not transition well.


This picture was taken on Easter of 1983. It reminds how much I love my sister. My sister was diagnosed with autism, but that never stopped me from loving her and getting close to her. We had a lot of fun growing up together.

I am thankful because…..