The Peculiar Loneliness of Parenting an Atypical Child
For outsiders, it’s easy to assume we haven’t tried
We arrive at the beach house at 4 p.m. after a six-hour car ride. We walk in to semi-organized chaos, as the grandparents, aunts, and uncles are already getting ready to head down to the beach to stake out a spot to watch the prolific, awe-inspiring fireworks display that ramps up after…