Today, as I was blogging, my brother walked in. He didn't say anything, he just sat down and watched me type. He looked at me in a way that words can't describe. I was looking into his eyes at what was in his soul.


My brother is autistic. He doesn't talk. Autistic children don't usually make eye contact. So the very little communication that I do get from him is rare. It's hard, like standing on the edge of a cliff. You don't see anything ahead of you, and life at...