Passage: A Love Poem
I never expect her. Yet, on time. She arrives at my doorstep. DING-donnngg! She presses the doorbell and flees. She does this every year. She rouses me with a hushed puff of temperate air, cruelly announcing with knowledge that I should have but still manage to...
Watching the Mind
I don't have to take LSD, as hippies did in the 60s, to go mind tripping. I took a mind trip this morning, unaided by external substances. I allowed myself to get upset at how I interpreted someone behaved toward me. It was within a group situation and I started...
DisAbility is 1 in 4: Choosing Love vs. Fear
"Ok riddle me this," a smart friend posted on Facebook. "How is it possible that disability is completely foreign to the public at large when 1 in 4 adults in the U.S. have a disability that impacts major life activities?" Her question time tripped me back to four...
Lessons From the Departed & Opening Heart’s Doors
"I don’t know how this story will end, but I do know in my heart of hearts that this Earth Journey is precious, heartbreaking, joyful, deep, rich, terrifying, traumatizing...and ultimately about how wide we can keep our Heart’s doors open while proclaiming 'YES!' to...
Voices4Choices Amplifies Special Needs Healthcare Consumers’ Voices
In February, I stepped into a new role. Or, in someways a paid role of many of the things I was already doing. Here's the deets as published on TennesseeWorks's blog: What if, similar to the training families can receive about special education advocacy and the...
Cross-Country Traveling & A Micro-blog
Ten states in 10 days? Heck yeah, if you count that it took friend, Kate Ratliff, and I, three days, make that four, to cross Texas. Since I last posted, cough, in September, Grace and I've been back to Grayton Beach, Fla., and in late December, I traveled with Kate...
Our “Big Chill” Reunion
A lot has happened in 30 years. Promotions, relocations; babies conceived and babies adopted. Two of the babies born with special needs. There's been divorces, second marriages and second divorces. The babies grew up. Some flew the nest, a couple still remain. WE also...
