So when I got out of the military, I went back to school in biology, and earned a biology degree at the University of Texas, and then did some graduate work in it.

I used to not back down from a challenge.

People are people, messy and mutable, combining differently with one another from day to day - even hour to hour.

What it boils down to is that parenting a child with autism is a difficult job; writing about it is far easier.

I regarded drugs as somewhat like rattlesnakes - it's possible to pick one up without getting bit, but why bother?

Everything in my life that I value has been gained at the cost of not saying what I really think and saying what they want me to say.

Having to struggle gave me the chance to demonstrate strength of character.