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When I was little and mum would drop me to school, we’d often play around and act like fools. She had her own version of the magpies...

I am Sisyphus. But different. The Boulder that I push up the hill is actually my heart. And I am learning to accept the absurdity of...

Last week, I had the chance to speak with Manisha, the mother of a 16-year-old boy who was diagnosed with autism at the age of 3, along...