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…
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…
“In 1979, I needed to learn more than biology or chemistry or how to deconstruct literature. I needed to learn how to navigate my life as…
Had Sensory Processing Disorder been in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual my life would have changed when I left home to go to college. There,…
It is for the moms of young SPD children that I write about nail trimming. To anyone who would judge me for writing about such…
I caught motion in my peripheral vision – driver’s side window. It was over an inch and a half long, reddish brown. It was in…
Buying Prius 2 is a four part story. It illustrates the light and dark side, maybe even a green, blue and red side, of living inside a “sensational” body. Lightly, I…
Thursday, my husband Watson and I spent two hours inside a noisy, bustling car dealership. It was the preliminary attempt to replace his 2001 F150 pickup…
I couldn’t navigate successfully into Friday. I forgot key components of my morning ritual. Every time I sat down at my computer I remembered something…