The other day we neglected our son in the name of family unity. My husband and I had been trying to make plans to get to San Francisco alone for a while, and since it hadn’t worked out, we knew we had to take the kids. Or at least one of them. The combination of…

Someone pointed me toward this article from Newsweek Magazine. It is one of those articles that many people wish they could have written, but they knew they didn’t have the moral standing to do so. The writer is in the unique position of having both a gifted and a disabled child. She points out that…

For a period in my life, I lived poetry. I read poetry, wrote poetry, and published poetry. Recently someone asked me, are you still writing poetry? And for the first time in a long time, I had to say, No, I’m really not doing anything with poetry anymore. Life takes us in strange, circuitous routes…

My husband’s Great-Aunt Gladys, my kids’ great-great aunt, passed away. It was not unexpected…she was 98 years old. Aunt Gladys — or “Happy Hiney” (you figure that one out!) — was beloved by my husband, and much later by me and our kids. The last time we saw her as a family, we sat in…