Grieving in My Own Time After my mom died, I was flattened. Exhausted, I wanted to wait three months, or maybe even a year, before doing something in her memory. My brother kindly agreed. During that time, I recalled someone telling me, “Do it your way.” I...
A few months ago, I was thinking about the end of May. Because at the end of May is when my mom would have been 100 years-old. I found myself reflecting on her life and the loving, joyful effect she had on those around her. During this time, I wanted to gather with...
The body’s wisdom and its premonitions can change plans and shift the sands under our feet without notice. Life is not always easy when this occurs. When things suddenly change, it can throw us into personal or professional havoc, and have us questioning...
Twelve years old and a summer swim team is a touchstone on the timeline of my life. Little known fact, I’m a great swimmer. It’s one of the few things I’m not modest about. My teacher and coach, Bob Schleihauf, taught me the most about swimming. Before him was another...
This was written in early January of 2020 It’s the small things that help me. Tonight at the local grocery store, outside, eating under the stars is one of their workers* on break, a young man who is also autistic. He’s very open about his autism. He’s sweet and kind...
