Trying to be enough, I sometimes crack and crumble into myself. It doesn’t have to make sense; I’m spent, sapped, stripped – not enough. Their needs easily outstrip my resources, but my he...Read More
Cars raced by. I was dawdling, distracted by Caleb’s unease in the backseat as we traveled home from Children’s Hospital. The doctor had listened but offered us nothing to fix the anxiety that c...Read More
What is the nature of ‘surprise’? There is something of anticipation and something of mystery in it. Yet we shouldn’t forget that it can be delightful or devastating, or both. ...Read More
Nightlife It is too early, but I can’t sleep anymore, a lifelong reality I have sometimes appreciated more than right now. Caleb is also awake. I can hear him in his restlessness – also a lifelong...Read More
A car alarm yanks me from sleep, because nobody is paying any attention to its yowling but me. I strain, listening toward the other bedrooms, worried that others have been bothered too and hear my son...Read More
There is a pulse in our days, sometimes shallow and hard to locate, sometimes rapid and staccato, sometimes strong and steady and sometimes out of rhythm…arrhythmic. I reach for, am calmed by,...Read More
I have been looking for a way that feels right to me to tell parts of our story. Writing poetry fits on the whole but one form I came across recently called ‘Haibun’ resonates with me. I...Read More
Today is mother’s day — and so poem about a memory of being a mother in the first year that still connects to this year. There was a song sung by Susan Ashton titled ‘You Move Me...Read More
Today, I came across a poem I wrote 10 years ago. It’s about my son. I tried to capture a glimpse of him in the backyard in the summer. He had come through a particularly challenging seaso...Read More
You’d think Autism Awareness month would be on my radar — but I remembered when I went on Facebook this morning. Perhaps awareness needs perspective — some distance; when you live ...Read More