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Treading Land, Water, Sky, Life, Loss

Like the amphibian Too much time on land fatigues me Depletes me of life-sustaining nutrients Sucks me dry And sends me on a desperate retreat Back to the waters Where I can submerge myself In what is familiar Fluid, quiet, safe. I can somnambulate beneath the surface Removed from land’s sounds, sights, smells I can …

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A birth day; a death day. D@mn, my life sucks.

Today is the day my oldest son (AKA my Liberian prince AKA my little man AKA Human GPS) turns sixteen years old. Sixteen years old. The shy, chubby faced little boy who entered our family several years ago has blossomed into a young man. He’s taller than me. His voice has changed into a deep …

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Don’t Be Like Me: A Letter to My Daughters

The best piece of advice I have for my daughters? Don’t be like me. Many people look up to their parents; even want to be like them. I’m your mother. I know you love me. You admire me. In some ways you are already somewhat like me. I know you aren’t going to understand me. …

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When the words dry up

I can speak. Loudly. Boldly. Even eloquently. Always quickly. Often peppered with examples or stories Or with seemingly endless questions. Words can flow out of my mouth with relative ease It seems. That’s what they all think. That’s what they all say. That’s what they all believe. I know better, though. It’s an illusion. Because …

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Attachment Parenting While Black and Autistic

(This post also appears on the “Respectfully Connected: Journeys in Parenting and Neurodivergence” blog HERE.) As much as I can, I avoid those types of offices when my younger children are with me. You know the type: quiet, sterile, not child friendly. Offices where food, drinks, and/or electronic devices are not allowed and where a security …

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Our Parenting Journey

(This is also cross-posted on the “Respectfully Connected: Journeys in Parenting and Neurodivergence” blog, available HERE.) How do I write about my parenting style? It has become so intuitive that though I know it’s different, I don’t really know how to describe it. Yet I know it’s important to, and I will hopefully find a …

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Tomorrow draws near

Please God, keep my babies with me. Please God, keep my babies with me. Please God, don’t let them take my kids. I’ll do anything, anything. Just let me keep my kids. My kids. My kids. Please God. Don’t let them. Please don’t let them take my kids. Please. Please. Please don’t let them take …

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To my sons

To my sons My beloved sons Your smiles are etched into my mind, my soul, my heart. Your laughter is my favorite song. Fierce, feral, deep love for you courses through my veins Beats in my chest Fills my lungs. My precious sons If only you could know how much you are loved How much …

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Speaking Truth to Power: Autistics Speaking Day!

(To learn about what “Autistics Speaking Day” is, click here.) This is my very first Autistic Speaking Day! And true to form, I’m writing this in the evening, the day of (it’s all about that time agnosia).  I have no idea if it will be able to be included, but I’ll try anyway.) 😉 Several months …

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So…that sucked.

Hi everyone. It happened. It was horrible. And it’s going to happen again, soon (date not yet confirmed).  It was NOT what I expected; it was WORSE.  I have a headache from endless crying, but I think I needed to get it out. I was sad. Now I’m mad. I’m mad because the truth is …

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