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…
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
The Man in the Grocery Line
Certain special needs are invisible, or really hard to spot. This can include Autism, in some people. That isn’t Bink’s reality, though. Anyone of the neurotypical persuasion who takes more than a minute to observe…
MelindaNovember 23, 2017
Inner Child Remembers
Before The Tax that adolescence imposes on body, mind, and spirit, probably in that order, there were hearty chunks of time that were some sort of unencumbered. Inner Child remembers discovering the fairies living well…
MelindaNovember 14, 2017
Autographing Autumn
I was walking, first field-- verdant, moist , glorious carpet of greens, and the woods edged closer, with a beckoning trail, and then the floor was pine needles, punctuated with wily old roots in no…
MelindaOctober 22, 2017
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…
MelindaSeptember 19, 2017