Hello, My book has been out in the world just a few weeks, and the feedback has been so lovely and heart warming. I was overwhelmed by the support at the book's launch party on…
Hello there, I've been writing about life with my special needs daughter since she was a toddler. She is by far the most interesting person I know. Like many people who are wired differently, she’s…
The Sings On parenting, autism, and unrestrained delight Where do you cast your light (aka energy, aka focus, aka intention)? What is it that brings you untethered joy, especially when nobody is watching? I’ve a…
Hello, dear reader, and happy mid-June to you. I’m popping in to say my first full-length poetry collection is scheduled for publication this fall. No exact date yet, but I’ll send out an update when…
Weary and Awed a collection of parts of the holy whole One of my favorite songs is “All This Joy” by John Denver. If you’ve never heard it or it has been a while, here’s…
This one is for the mothers. When God is a Bird The feeders out back bring more color this month— goldfinches blossoming from marsh-like greeny gray to forsythia yellow, a red-winged blackbird flashing…
April is Autism Awareness Month and also National Poetry Month, two topics about which I am passionate. I ought to have lots to write and say and post, but here we are almost two thirds…
In the Beginning: The Sings When Bink was newly born I started singing to her. There were the songs you might expect—lullabies and sweet old-fashioned songs like Daisy Bell and Clementine.…
Trigger warning: I'm incurably wordy. On a Friday morning approximately 11 days ago, I had surgery on my left foot. "A big one”, the excellent podiatrist/surgeon calls it. No weight bearing for 8 weeks. A…
Field notes from this family’s mornings Bink and I have many rituals. They’ve shifted over time and we’ve been able to let go of some of them. Others stay in place and bring her comfort…