Daily Thoughts
You, Me, Us (Part 2)
Me, Mama to each of you Hair wild and curly, each curl with a mind of its own, like me, and with as much attitude, I think. Eyes that seek and search and scan my world, my circumstances, looking, always looking for beauty and wonder. Smile that comes easily, readily...
You, Me, Us (Part 1)
You, my 15 year old girl Fiery red hair that faded to strawberry blonde that flows long even when caught up in a ploof. Eyes that see simple things with great wonder, taking in details, and reflecting deep feelings. Smile that shines, radiating joy like the sun’s rays...
Smile and Wave
Back when I was in high school it was part of the basic curriculum for students to learn a foreign language. Aside from the kids in the accelerated program who opted to enroll in Latin, the rest of us pretty much chose between French and Spanish. At that time, I...
Do You Hear What I Hear?
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea that two people can witness the same event but come away with sometimes very different accounts of what they just saw. In fact, differing perspectives on events and circumstances intrigue me enough that a few years ago I drafted...
What Makes an Artist
In only the past two days, each of my teenage artists has questioned whether they are indeed artists. One has lamented her talent and and ability while also questioning whether anyone else outside of a small, specialized niche would ever be interested in her art and...
I Resemble That Remark
If you’re a fan of Groucho Marx, the Looney Tunes character Foghorn Leghorn, or The Three Stooges, you are likely familiar with the sarcastic refrain, I resemble that remark. It’s a bit of a touché response acknowledging with a touch of humor that a criticism may...
Just Because
As you may know, the premise of this blog is that love is not so much an emotion we experience as depicted in the movies or books, a feeling that carries us away on clouds surrounded by rainbows and unicorns, but that love is a choice we get to make each and every day...
Through Another’s Eyes
For several years now I have been on a quest to create some kind of community around our family, like-minded folks who also might even be neurodivergent so my girls and I could have a safe space to be, to find joy, and to enjoy the company of others who experience the...
What’s in a Name?
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet.” (spoken by Juliet in Romeo & Juliet, Act II, Scene II) Does a name truly define a person, the essence of a person, or is it, as Juliet suggests, merely a label without meaning?...