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On the Road: The Case of the Missing Minivan

I am a busy working mother.  I have 3 boys, the oldest of whom, Ryan, is severely affected by autism.  I suffer from working mother guilt. I always feel like I should be home more with Ryan or with my youngest son who is still in kindergarten, or with my middle child who is probably starved for attention.  But I love my work, because I have the extraordinary fortune of being a professional advocate for the autism community.  I spend my days, as the New York Times once put it, “barnstorm[ing] the country in an effort to get [autism insurance] laws passed.”