The inside-out view from the fort in the woods at the end of the road. When Stella was three, she was head-over-heels into ballet. She took creative dance classes with some toe pointing and ballet basics woven in. At home, she'd wear her tutu and watch YouTube clips of internationally renowned ballet companies, memorizing the… Continue reading Down time. And looking up.
Earlier this year, I lost my mom. In the wake of that enormous, indescribable loss, I re-evaluated everything. I left my job. A job that was not perfect, but one that I was skilled at performing, that provided a creative outlet and wonderful people to be around, and that I usually enjoyed. We sold our… Continue reading I moved 3,000 miles to get stuck. Help?
Just wanted to share an article I wrote for work with inspiration from Stella: "Autism as Advantage: The Case for Neurodiversity in Design." Let me know what you think. https://medium.com/ha-perspectives/autism-as-advantage-the-case-for-neurodiversity-in-design-c6b076cda990 Despite the stereotypes and unfair assumptions that abound, many autistic people are flourishing in creative fields from poetry to illustration to film thanks to their adeptness at… Continue reading Autistic thinking is a creative boon
(This post is directly from Stella. These are her own words, even her own choice of title. Out of the blue tonight, she said she wanted to update everyone on her life.) I am now nine years old, and almost ten. I play guitar now, and I love sushi. I love learning about different cultures,… Continue reading Big kid years
By the end of World War II, more than three million people had been evacuated from European cities to stay clear of German bombs. Most of the evacuees were babies and children voluntarily separated from and by their parents in an attempt to keep little ones safe. It turned out that the risk of separation… Continue reading End the intolerable cruelty.
I would like to chime in. However briefly and inconsequentially. This blog post will be hastily written but also from the heart. I am terrified and enraged about the actions unfolding from our nation's capitol. Through this blog, I have connected with mothers (and a couple of fathers) from around the world. Australia. Pakistan. England.… Continue reading On the madness of the world
I will miss her bracing brisk air Sharp crystals and soft mounds of snow A rest from heat and pause in growth Cold quiet that heightens your aliveness And insulates the roots of the trees We have softened ourselves flat In the warmth of convenience Except in plastic decorative odes To ancient seasonality and rhythm… Continue reading Winter is leaving
As you'll witness at any mall in the United States, the mental states of humanity reside on a vast spectrum. Our brains are not so easily compartmentalized from one another—and I don’t care what the DSM says. I recently bought a white ceramic garlic holder from Crate and Barrel. Joyce helped me by holding my clean,… Continue reading Where do you keep your garlic?
I posted the following kitchen renovation log entries on Facebook over the span of a few months and they developed a bit of a following. By that I mean a couple dozen people who know me seemed to love them. I have no doubt they will find their place on the nation's historical register, alongside… Continue reading Kitchen Renovation of Liberty
Well, hello there! First I want to apologize for not getting back to those of you who have reached out over the past couple of years. I'm feeling ready to re-engage a bit with the blog, and share more of Stella's progress and our family journey. I hope to hear from you, too. For now, I… Continue reading A blessing and a curse