The price of love is the sorrow of learning to speak in past tense.
The Selfless Love of Special Needs Teachers
I arrived 15 minutes early. The classroom operated in organized chaos. I interrupted the flow. “I’m sorry! Did I come too soon?” The teacher smiled and said it was ok. I scanned the room for my little boy. There he was. He had been crying. They had just moved to their next station, and I guessed he was… Read More
Eleonora Stein and the Creative Mind
Eleonora Stein “OH MY GOODNESS!” The petite brunette spun on her heels in surprise. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I am just taken aback by how wonderful this is!” I laughed. The space was full of color, light, and a refreshing sense of stepping into a world where judgement did not exist. She offered me a tour… Read More
Rick Hall’s Dream and My Dream Come True
FAME Studios: Pretending to know what all of those buttons did. Today, I learned of the passing of Rick Hall. Rick was the owner of the renowned FAME studio. If there is a classic song you love, there is a strong likelihood Rick Hall had his fingers in the pie. In learning this sad information, my mind takes me back… Read More
Dressing up the Mantle
My mantle is empty. The neighbors lights are gone. The melodramatic daily hum has filled up days. Christmas is over. I looked at my mantle: a wasteland of disappointment. “Guess I’ll be looking at this blank canvas for another 11 months.” Then it hit me…MOM’S MANTLE! I pick fun at my mother. Each season or holiday is welcomed with… Read More
New Shoes and a Drunk Tornado
My son needed new shoes. He didn’t want new shoes. He liked his old ones, but they were too small. Miracle League had a bowling day, and I decided we would bowl for an hour and then shoe shop. Children with autism need to know what is happening and what comes next. For 2 days, I told him the… Read More
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