Solace
I plead with everyone to vote with their conscience, and our inherent goodness, for the health of the many and the safety of us all.… Read More Solace
Tag: motherhood
The thick of it.
We don’t live despite the grief because the grief is part of life.… Read More The thick of it.
Is she really gone?
As painful as things can be, there is always humor to be found and my mother was a master of seeing that. I can almost hear her laughter at times and look for her throughout my days.… Read More Is she really gone?
We can’t go back.
We can’t go back. For some of us, myself included, we don’t want to. We are caught between the opposing needs of those we love but we look forward for them.… Read More We can’t go back.
A Different Sort of Listening
I love when they share these views of the world with me. Moments that they verbalize something in a way that I’ve never heard before. As my son put it, “We have a different sort of listening.”… Read More A Different Sort of Listening
Mourning
This is the mysterious truth of the love I have for my mother. I don’t need to paint her as a hero for her to deserve my love anymore than I need to enjoy turkey on Thanksgiving to make others feel better about their crappy holiday.… Read More Mourning
Pretty pictures.
Photos are for those we leave behind because someday all they’ll have of us are those memories.… Read More Pretty pictures.
Safe Harbor
She was a complicated woman that loved me and supported my choices even when she disagreed with me.… Read More Safe Harbor
Returning to Life
The world betrays the dead by continuing on without them.
Unpaid and unseen.
I am sick of pandemic living. I’m sick of wearing a mask. I have dreams about hugging people. I had a dream of eating a resplendent meal, indoors, in a restaurant and woke crying. Then I reminded myself that at least I had food on our shelves, a roof over our heads, and we are… Read More Unpaid and unseen.
Shadows and the sweet
We always live on in people’s memories of us. To be truly loved is to be remembered.… Read More Shadows and the sweet
What the &$#@ were they thinking?
Out of all the mysteries in life there are four that never cease to fascinate me: the human brain, what happens after death, the purpose of life, and all the people that I wonder, “What the &$#@ were they thinking?”… Read More What the &$#@ were they thinking?
Learning the kaleidoscope.
So often it can be maddening and seem impossible to slow down enough to see things from their perspective yet, when I force myself to do so, I rarely regret the decision.… Read More Learning the kaleidoscope.
Snowgasm
The magic of humor, or snow, can save us all.… Read More Snowgasm
Shadows and votes that go bump in the dark.
Everyone needs to vote. Each vote needs to count. Everyone deserves equal rights. There is no compromise over these three truths.… Read More Shadows and votes that go bump in the dark.
The right to be safe.
Doing what’s right for your kids is never easy but protecting them is never a question.… Read More The right to be safe.
When acceptance isn’t accommodated
If atypical means intelligent, polite, opinionated, creative, sensitive, and loving then I’ll take it over neurotypical any day. … Read More When acceptance isn’t accommodated
Just trying to pass as happy.
We’re all trying to pass as happy in our own way.… Read More Just trying to pass as happy.
A label saved us.
A label can shed light in the darkness and point to the door you’ve been searching for.… Read More A label saved us.
Acceptance is a far off destination.
Autism Awareness month, for most of us, is bullshit.
What we need is acceptance. What is required to make that possible is equality. Equality is a spot at the table. Equity is everyone having a functional chair.… Read More Acceptance is a far off destination.
Politely Defiant 