Is Halloween Over?

  Halloween and Christmas are good gauges for growing up. As parents, we’re never quite ready for the changes.  They always seem to come too soon. But our kids let us know, in little, silent ways, when something, that was once important, loses its allure. The past few days, I’ve been reading a lot of…

It (Poem)

When did it all begin?   When a young man, or an old boy, Sat on top of me and held me down, In jest, no more than a game? When he hurled insults like snowballs, Battering my fragile self Into submission, To contrition, To belief?   I was a dog. I was unsightly. I…

Enlightenment (Ode to Sir Thomas Browne)

Six editions, Whilst you lived! A scientist In your day,   (Or, Natural Philosopher,) Condemning Vulgar Errors:   You showed a toad Would eat a spider, Rather than duel In poisons;   You cast doubt On the unicorn, Hermaphroditic Hare;   You coined exotic Words from Latin: Called things What they were.   So modern…

The Seed Leaf (Poem)

Once, a plant in my garden Had your name on it. An ordinary plant, Philodendron or some such. My children grew alongside And tended it. My first even learned its name, Its real name, Its Latin name.   It gradually was crowded out, By roses with spike-thorns, and gingers, By lilies, rain- and toad-, By…

Through My Eyes

One of the common beliefs about people with autism is that they see things differently. Temple Grandin, the world-renowned celebrity and architect of livestock facilities and contraptions, who also happens to have autism, has often said that she thinks in pictures.  Rather than having a method of sorting through thoughts verbally, with one word leading…

But You (Poem)

Slumming it With you, my friend, Keeping me laughing, Extreme in all things;   Swinging purses, Rocking our blue jeans, Dollar pitchers, Alley door waiting.   Across the parking lot— Slightly slick— We prance with youth, Toward the smoky dive,   When the wind whips by, Snagging our satchels. Mine drifts on the breeze And…