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Herewith another installment of the T-Shirt Chronicles, in which I relate episodes from our family’s life with Rett syndrome as represented by garments in our ridiculously outsized collection of T-shirts. Some of those T-shirts are mine. Some belong to my wife, Donna, or my daughter Abby, who has Rett…

My late daughter, Cammy, was diagnosed with Rett syndrome in 2011. After a few months of being connected with the International Rett Syndrome Foundation, participating in the foundation’s Natural History Study, attending a conference, and meeting other families living with Rett, I became a point of contact for…

This was our second summer without Camp Communicate. Our daughter Abby, who has Rett syndrome and is nonverbal, never really got the full benefit out of the camp, which sought to encourage nonverbal kids to use their communication devices. But the absence of the camp has left a…

I confess that I am a T-shirt hoarder. I have dozens, many of them embarrassingly old. How bad is my habit? I am in my Social Security years, and I still have a T-shirt from my high school fraternity. And yes, it still fits, kinda. Occasionally I make an effort…

The area where I live in central New Jersey seems as if it’s becoming the warehouse capital of the country. For a decade or two, warehouses have been springing up like dandelions, some with recognizable names like Amazon on their signage, others offering no clue to passersby as to who…

Last in a series. Read parts one and two. When our daughter Abby, who has Rett syndrome, went into a Delaware hospital 17 years ago for spinal fusion surgery to correct severe scoliosis, she had an allergic reaction to something partway into the operation. The…

Second in a series. Read part one. Seventeen years ago right about now, my wife, Donna, and I sat dazed in a Delaware hospital as a surgeon explained that he had been forced to abort the spinal fusion he was performing on our daughter Abby because she’d gone into…