In the decade that has passed, I have been forced to revisit Autism Spectrum Disorder as the classification that may best suit my suite of…
I want to be in Debo’s heaven. In regular heaven all the napkins are folded and the debits and credits line up. In Debo’s heaven…
I have to press the skip button on the news feeds, now that every other story is about collaborators and sympathizers fleeing the Taliban. In…
A pair of big, beautiful orange tabbies, Patches and Pickles, were the bass player’s cats. He brought them home in a cardboard box from the…
I am the invisible, imaginary, twin friend of our beloved Writer. Generally I write in and of her in first person. But… for this series…
Watson and I went for a walk. His therapist, April – whom Watson accuses of being 15 years old, has been trying to talk him…
What happened in September of 2011 that kept you away from your blog for 10 years? I got very sick and, sadly, I have not…
I was playing an Authentic Relating Game, called “Curiosity”, on Zoom, with a man I feel a delightful connection to. He got to ask me…
Decades ago, before the reign of big box stores, when there was such a thing as an independently owned neighborhood pet store, I saw them…
Periodically, I lie on my bed, with iPad suspended overhead, and let FB serve up a ridiculously long string of videos. This happened to me…