The Luxury of Time

Slowly, Luxury Often I wish I could give the gift not of time but of the enjoyment of time. Telling everyone: “Take pleasure in all that you do.” Today so much time seems wasted on commuting in cars, judging the lives of strangers and trying to escape from a life without meaning. What would it…

One Noble Thing

Disappointment Ironically, long before I made the Facebook post that caused my little disaster last week, I had started rereading “A Series of Unfortunate Events.” If you are looking for a series of happy children’s books with delightful stories about how a trio of children have one after another interesting and uplifting adventure do not…

Dancing With Skeletons

Closet Last week I opened my closet and found an old forgotten suitcase, opening it a little disaster hit me in my face. Like opening any forgotten object left to rust, at first it was hard to breath through the smell of dust. It’s strange how such things, closets and suitcases, open and close with…

Green as the Giving Tree

Green Green is the color of the heart chakra. It is the center for unconditional love. Nature backs this up with a world full of greenery that makes life possible. From the air we breath and the food we eat to the clothes we wear and the homes we build, greenery is responsible for gift…

For the Love of Poo

To a child, poo can be a magical substance. In a world where you feel you can control almost nothing, this one thing is totally in your control. When I asked the first therapist about the likelihood that my severely autistic son would ever be potty-trained, I remember her eyes looked away past me and…

I Like Esther

The International Day of Women was this week and March is Women’s History Month, but it’s hard for me to write about women I admire. I think that’s because for most of my childhood I was force fed the feminist idea that women were supposed to want it all, career and family, as well as…

The Blessing of Roots

I can’t watch Alex Haley’s TV miniseries without going back in time to my childhood. I loved it, because it said something I rarely heard growing up. It said family was important. Not in the family that is rich or influential way, but in the knowing who you are, where you came from as a…

A Circle of Hope

Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr. and Nelson Mandela stand in my mind together as the leaders who showed what fighting for peace really looks like. February is Black History month in the United States and when my son asked what I was going to do for it, I decided this is an opportunity to…

Grateful To Gibran

When people tell me I am too easy going with my children, I remember the words of Gibran. “Your children are not your children . . . For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow . . . Life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children…

Full Moon Reflections

Saturday was the full moon in Cancer, which put me in mind that now is the time to “reflect” on the past month and look to the next. Undeniably, the best thing that happened this last month is what didn’t happen. My severely autistic son didn’t have a single seizure. (Sorry, I never mentioned his…

Ever Indebted to Corrie

I became acquainted with Miss ten Boom when I was still young. About ten years old I think, the movie of her story “The Hiding Place” repeated on our paid cable channel several times. When I saw it, I needed to know more. I felt the story was only half told. Later when I came…

Thank You Harper Lee

I think for most people Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird is only about racism. It is about racism, but it has an even deeper message if you look for it. It has a message that touches all of us, of every color, creed and sex. I am glad to know the book is required…