CONSORTIUM
Superguy is a very private sort. I am too, in my way. There are times, though, when things need to be said, out loud and in public. In a time when stress and fear seem like national pastimes, love ought to be celebrated, and shared. Happy Anniversary, Superguy. You make my heart sing. Consortium Up […]
WHO WILL SING? Autism, Adulthood, and Home
WHO WILL SING? She gets older, this daughter of mine, as do I, and the heavy question behind each day, and woven now into each year: what about when I’m gone? She can’t live with you forever I’m told, and I know this to be true. Some of her peers, twenty-ish, thirty-ish, middle aged, […]
STONE LOVIN’
Dear reader, is there something in the natural world that you are really drawn to? Birds, clouds, pine trees? Lightening storms? Is there something for which you have an unrelenting affection? For, me, it’s stones. Specifically, I’m drawn to stones that hail from the edges of the sea. I feel so very alive and content […]
The Animist in the Basement
In the time of damp basements, I used to talk to the walls sometimes, quite softly, caress them even, my whorled fingertips stroke-searching for the faintest raised evidence of mold. On an August morning, those netherland, concretized holders-up-of-all things-necessary, (like the house), those walls were already moist. I did my verbal massage, my digital exam, […]
I Come from the World
I’m pleased to share that I’ve had two poems published in I Come from the World, a new literary journal. If you’d like to check out this brand new online journal, here’s a link: https://icomefromtheworld.org/ The poems that are mine, both previously published on my blog, are: Between Faith and the Cable News and […]
Of Two Minds, or Many
Of Two Minds, or Many When Left Brain speaks, she is right on about doing it right or don’t do it at all, do it all right, do it right now, for all the right reasons. Left Brain says I’ll whip you into shape and that would be square, four equal sides, no curved […]
Yogabilities™: Peace as a civil right
When I tell people that one of my occupations is teaching Yoga, there are some common responses. Oh, I love Yoga! I take it at the gym/the cool studio in the upscale shopping center down the street or I can’t do Yoga, I’m not flexible enough. or, perhaps I read an article about […]
Welcome to Autismville
AUTISMVILLE I can’t tell you it is an unpleasant thing to live in the quirky neighborhood, on the far side of the river, a good ways from the thickest part of the frantic throng. Here, we are daily looking up, fixating and stimming on green minnow leaves that shimmer against the waters of the […]
5/24/17
Today I celebrate my incarnation Fifty six trips around the sun, carrying a moniker that took decades to like, and I continue, residing more, or sometimes less, inside this soft tent of skin held up by strong bones that shape this form we keep agreeing to call me. So much to marvel at, a couple […]
Self Portrait
” We do not see things as they are. We see things as we are.” Anais Nin AS SOUP: I am mostly hearty kitchen-sink vegetable bean. With each tasting I re-season myself; more salt, a dash of lemon juice or vinegar, a pinch of cumin, a snip of fresh mint. On occasion, I am decadence […]