Putting My Foot Down
Putting my Foot Down I’m no stranger to disability. I’ve been Bink’s mom for 25 years. I know lots of individuals with varied special needs, some of them my Yogabilities™ students. I count a few…
MelindaJanuary 26, 2018
Inappropriate THIS
Inappropriate this I love Caillou. For those who are unacquainted, this is a cartoon show about a little boy by this name, geared to toddlers. “Yes,and….” you might say. Well, my twenty-five year old daughter…
MelindaJanuary 9, 2018
Poems, Interrupted
My poems want to begin, lately, with waking from a dream, at dawn, midnight, 3 am or other portentous digits. The words insist on that inherent drama, dance between two…
MelindaJanuary 7, 2018
It’s a Good Thing
The View from Here Hello from my couch, where I’ve been planted for the majority of my waking hours for the past twenty five days. Who’s counting? I sure am. I’ve been following doctor’s orders…
MelindaJanuary 3, 2018
Caregiver’s Lament
I’m on the couch, somewhere in between sitting and reclining. My right leg is extended out in front of me, clad in a cast to the knee and elevated on an ottoman with a large…
MelindaDecember 18, 2017
On Technology, Mobility, and Relinquishing Control
Techno Turbulence, with Mobility Hiatus Ahead The daylight came, an everyday miracle and I rose to it with pure intentions. My poet’s heart drummed insistent rhythm, and I sang along with equanimity. Thing one: A…
MelindaDecember 6, 2017
From the First of November, 2017
Because sometimes it takes a whole month to write it down. I type with hands that are redolent with garlic, onion, and freshly grated ginger. Today contains a chunk of time for cooking, with hearty…
MelindaNovember 30, 2017