What could be more difficult for a parent than to have an autistic child? Perhaps if he is both autistic and deaf. In this stirring memoir Toward Wanting More, know the struggles of one courageous mother who refused to give up - and gave her son a more fulfilling life. When her son Chuck was born, Leona Heitsch became aware of the words retardation, deafness, aphasia, autism, and more. As she realized her son's disability, she sought to get a diagnosis, but no doctor or institution agreed on an effective course of action. But with patience, creativity, persistence, love - and tears - Chuck...
What could be more difficult for a parent than to have an autistic child? Perhaps if he is both autistic and deaf. In this stirring memoir Toward Want...
It was during the 1940's when author Leona Mason Heitsch wrote to a sick aunt about "a clear, bubbling spring that flowed from the base of an oak shaded knoll in our West Bloomfield, Michigan woodland." Her aunt told her that reading her letter "was like walking in the woods with you." Six decades later, the author is still applying graphite to paper, as she would call it. Her most recent work, Leaves, is a collection of poetry in three parts. The locality, rural Washington County in Missouri, stays the same. Time, however, never does. The poems, like leaves falling in season, swirl about in...
It was during the 1940's when author Leona Mason Heitsch wrote to a sick aunt about "a clear, bubbling spring that flowed from the base of an oak shad...
It was during the 1940's when author Leona Mason Heitsch wrote to a sick aunt about "a clear, bubbling spring that flowed from the base of an oak shaded knoll in our West Bloomfield, Michigan woodland." Her aunt told her that reading her letter "was like walking in the woods with you." Six decades later, the author is still applying graphite to paper, as she would call it. Her most recent work, Leaves, is a collection of poetry in three parts. The locality, rural Washington County in Missouri, stays the same. Time, however, never does. The poems, like leaves falling in season, swirl about in...
It was during the 1940's when author Leona Mason Heitsch wrote to a sick aunt about "a clear, bubbling spring that flowed from the base of an oak shad...