A Summer Swim Team: Twelve Years Old and the Heyday of My Life

A Summer Swim Team: Twelve Years Old and the Heyday of My Life

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...
It’s the Small Things

It’s the Small Things

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...
On Suicide and Love

On Suicide and Love

When someone we know in the news, an entertainment celebrity, a sports figure, fashion or music takes their own life, it can send shock waves through our fragile systems, and shock waves through the world. We have been touched by their lives and sometimes feel...
A Day to be Called Home

A Day to be Called Home

If life is a movie, Wednesday afternoon at 3 PM must have been the scene where one is called home. I took my mom to the doctor’s office. It was nothing serious. JG, our trusty caregiving friend, came with us. The first good chair in the doctor’s reception area sits...