PANDAS' last stand
My son Max keeps track of his stats. No, not baseball or grade point average. A different kind. The kind brought by the Bear. 44 tubes of...
Standing on the Precipice (or, Hoping for Chicken Feet for Dinner)
Before my son Max was diagnosed with PANDAS this past year, I had come to believe that this was my Max. This anxiety and OCD and...
Fighting the Bear
"I've also lost a son. Nothing compares to what some people in this room are going through. And as bad as losing a son is, you parents,...
The Autism Factory (or, the canaries in the coal power plant)
Coal power plants are the number one trigger of autism. Why aren't we talking about it?
You're a physician. Act like it.
A local pediatrician wrote a blog entry this past week where he referred to those that question if our current vaccine schedule is safe...
The Best Minds of My Generation, but not the Grittiest
I was at the movie "Titanic" the night G overdosed and died. It was the winter of 1997 and "Titanic" was a pretty big deal. I wanted to...
The Neurodiversity Movement is Dangerous
I am a doctor who treats autism and a mom of two kids on the spectrum and I am on the spectrum myself. I love all my fellow autistics and...
Limes for Dessert
I have always been able to quickly assess if a clinician is worth my time at one of my son's appointments by: 1. how genuine they are...
Here we go again...
Spring is here and all that goes with it: birds singing, flowers blooming, warm afternoons playing outside and cool nights with the...
