In Times Like These: Silver Linings of Caregiving
THANK YOU, TEDIUM In the midst of the interminable news; all-bad-all-the-time, chaos and tragedy, aftermath and predictions, close ups and sound bites that feed worry and starve hope, invite helplessness, inside this swirl, this…
WHO WILL SING? Autism, Adulthood, and Home
Bink and the big, wide sea 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…
MelindaAugust 24, 2017
Yogabilities™: Peace as a civil right
Doesn't everyone deserve to be peaceful? 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…
MelindaJune 14, 2017
Welcome to Autismville
Shimmering minnow leaves 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…
MelindaJune 8, 2017
Dots and Dashes
Shirts must be pink, or occasionally "pool"... She speaks in code, Bink does, and I endeavor to decipher. She works rather hard, in her neuro-atypical way, at making sense of the world. As her mother…
MelindaMay 13, 2017
Light it up blue?
Autism Awareness month is April, World Autism Awareness Day, April 2 and, in case the day lacks color, (as if any day with Autism in it could be dull), the mysterious Namers-of-Days-and-months have painted…
MelindaApril 3, 2017
Of Names and Noses
Spirit Essence Portrait of Bink, done in watercolor by artist Melissa Harris Of Names and Noses I gave my daughter a blog name first and foremost to respect her privacy. Oh, I’ve told her that…
MelindaFebruary 25, 2017
CHASING A CHEESE BALL MOON
December, Massachusetts This time of year in New England, it’s pitch dark at 4:30pm. I’m working on accepting this gracefully, though I do stray from intention a few times a week into cursing-the-darkness mode. Last…
MelindaDecember 17, 2016
Dear November
Dear November, It is a month of tributes to poetry, 30 poems in 30 days in some circles. So, being a bit amiss, Miss Construed, I write a letter instead. You are special…
MelindaNovember 4, 2016