Sweet Dreams
One of the most difficult things about being a single parent is letting go. Not only is it difficult for me to be without Adam some nights, but I do worry so often how he feels about missing mom or dad when he is not with us as we were. I know, many families get divorced and the children do okay. But I am not from a family of divorce and I spend most days wondering how children cope (I had four step-children as well so I was always thinking about how they were coping) and it all leaves me feeling a little melancholy. I hear that families are co-parenting successfully, whatever that really means — some “business” relationship where the couple only speaks about the child

Becoming Me
After listening to La Vie En Rose, I booked a last-minute ticket to Paris. I leave next week to meet my girlfriend, Leda, who I became friends with while studying in Europe fifteen years ago. Leda is a pianist and her father is a well-known composer from Zagreb. I mention this because I need my artist friends. I need to be around them like I need food or else the daily ups and downs of markets confines the spirit to downward spirals only waiting for outside influence

Lorraine Kerwood: “I didn’t perceive myself intelligent in anyway”
Lorraine came to me by way of my own website, which attests to the power of the Internet. Reviewing her own work with recycling computers, and how she came to regard herself by way of other people’s view of her, I of course cannot help but think about autistic people and what a “contribution to society” can look like: For people who view obsessions as “bad,” this video is another story in how obsessions are the pathway to creativity and invention.

This Lovely Life
There are some things that silence me for a few moments. The death of a child, the poignant line. Vicki Forman’s This Lovely Life: A Memoir of Premature Motherhood does both. About the premature birth of her twins, the death of one child and the survival of her son with multiple disabilities, Vicki must navigate life’s toughest challenges. Just the first paragraph alone will be enough to make you gasp, sit silent and want to read the rest of her book: “I learned ab

How did we manage that?
How did I manage it, I think as I sit in an assessment for Adam today for a new AAC device. I want him to be eligible for government funding for it. I arrive at his school tired and disheveled in my leggings and baggy sweater that I rushed to put on, and my hair is whisked into something I can’t quite call a pony tail or a bun. Adam has not been sleeping the past couple of nights and I wonder how he can seem so much more energized than me. When I arrive he is reading and answering comprehension questions and he is doing so well sitting studiously, pointing to correct answers, his cherub voice affirming his choice. I sit low on a child’s chair watching from the right