Time, Place, Classroom
WHEN The world gets so noisy. Too many voices straining, pushing past their natural limits to be heard. Our small ears can’t discern provenance or factuality. Reactions quicken, turning knee-jerk, protective. WHERE There is the…
Imagine the Harvest
Mercy What if we had drills, not just for disasters, fires and hurricanes, not just for active school shooters and any possible terrorisms both foreign and domestic, what if we had rigorous training in kindnesses:…
MelindaNovember 27, 2019
Perhaps his name is Three Dollar Bill
The Emissary To the man on Pleasant Street You pace the same stretch of sidewalk every morning, purposefully, in one direction, then turning abruptly to traverse the same piece of asphalt back to an invisible…
MelindaJune 22, 2019
April is….
Autism Awareness Month: Day 1 Dear Reader, You may have noticed that I write about life with my daughter, whose blog name is Bink, on a regular basis. There are poems, and stories, and…
MelindaMarch 31, 2018
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
Perhaps you’re an island, but you’re still in the world.
Mass Deception There’s no wonder here. No wonder we are so tight tense irritable. Sick more often. No surprise, no wonderful to see you, no more pleasantries masking indifference or contempt. We have been stripped,…
MelindaOctober 5, 2017
I Come from the World
Bink would say...a long haired girl day, aka a very good day! 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 …
MelindaJuly 19, 2017