RSS

William Bartlett

I knew better than to ask Mom. The last time I’d told her there wasn’t anything to do, I spent half the weekend cleaning my room. Read more

Parenting

Worry sent my imagination into overdrive and every horrible scenario flashed through my mind. Fallen into the creek? Plausible. Kidnapped? Unlikely, but still possible. And what would I tell my wife? I started to rise, but the tent flap ope... Read more

Parenting

“Sandi, they’re both asleep.” I hurried to my closet, selected a tie and knotted it about my neck. Read more

Parenting

We had stopped at Mom’s as we took James home from the hospital, just two days after the c-section that brought him into the world. Read more

Parenting

“Ian, can I come into your room?” James stood outside Ian’s room and patiently waited for an answer. Read more

Parenting

I did many things to earn that punishment. A sibling altercation, a neglected chore or even a rare show of disrespect, whatever the reason, punishment came swift and sure. Read more

Parenting

I love to write. My social media posts frequently take more room than one or two sentences with a smiley face emoticon. In fact, to read most of my posts, one has to click on a subtle reminder that the author doesn’t understand the concept ... Read more

Parenting

I pulled my chair to the table and made eye contact with each boy. “What did you learn in school today?” Read more

Parenting

“Dad, where are you going?” Laura saw my hand on the knob, ready to leave the air conditioning and step out of the house. Read more

Parenting

Packing for a move forced hard decisions about what to discard and what to keep, but that box was special. After my parents divorced, I missed my dad and made a belt for him. It wasn’t much, only a yard of leather in a simple braid, some p... Read more

Parenting

“Mom, can I ride my bike to the library?” I held my breath. Mom knew the route: more than a mile, under an interstate, across two busy streets and an active railroad. But, by the middle of summer vacation, I was bored and desperate. Read more

Vacations

“Why, Dad?” It might have been “Why not, Dad?” or any other question designed to make me give in. Both Ian and James do it. Anything is fair to undermine my authority, make me question my judgment and, ultimately, give them what they want.... Read more

Parenting

Autistic children have difficulty dealing with change. For many of them, routine isn’t confining; it’s a structure that comforts and protects. When things are altered, their entire world shifts, and they display their uncertainty and anger... Read more

Parenting

I’m not a timid coward, and I don’t expect a tragedy. But, in case something does happen, I want Sandi to know how I feel. If she never hears my voice again, I want her to know my last words to her were “I love you.” Read more

Parenting

I got up early and peered out the window. Instead of less than an inch of forecast snow, it covered my tires up to the rims, a good three—maybe four—inches. I squinted through the window. Tiny flakes still fell, driven by the wind. Read more

Parenting

“I’m getting a train.” Brad’s eyes glowed and his face lit up. “I was snooping and lifted a quilt. I saw the box. A diesel.” Read more

Parenting

“My son?” James asked, his voice wavering, his brows knit with concern and his lower lip jutting and trembling slightly. James had misbehaved and I had verbally disciplined him, making him very upset. James is autistic, or more accurately, he su... Read more

Parenting

I slammed the door behind me, but nobody noticed. Even though it was Thanksgiving morning, I was fed up. More than the dreary TV programming, I fled the bickering of my brothers and sisters. On a holiday, you’d think it would be easier to g... Read more

Parenting

Homemade costumes were nothing new to me. In my trick-or-treating days, manufactured costumes were a frivolous extravagance and never indulged. That didn’t matter to me, though. I had my imagination. Read more

Fall in KC

To my 4-year old eyes, the world seemed like a bowl with me at the center, looking up at the rim. It was an extraordinary bowl, because, no matter where I went, I was still in the center. When I asked Dad about it, he explained about how th... Read more

Parenting