At the moment, I work fulltime at a job that involves more numbers than paragraphs. At night, after I sling my work bag wherever in the house, or simply leave it in the vehicle for tomorrow’s workday, my brain is often, well, shot. That makes creative work I crave an exhausting thought. For years, as anyone who has followed this …
3 Things: Be nice. Work hard. Be brave.
Company values are something I’ve always paid attention to, no matter where I’ve worked. When I ran my small business I created them, too, and still have my own set of personal values I strive for. These three, succinct concepts fit well the workplace: Be kind. Work hard. Be brave. In fact, I love these so much, I bought the …
Fear Based Writing
One of my favorite bloggers is a well-read, successful author who is a bit unapologetic in the way he runs his blog. And, no, I will never portend to think I’ll have a site resembling even a semicolon of his. But what I’ve always admired about that site is that it is unabashedly, unapologetically, down to the very last swearword… …
Asperger’s and the Coming Flood
Recently my husband and I attended a viewing of “Keep the Change,” a film featuring actually autistic adult actors. After the credits several adults formed a panel, opening the floor to discussion of adults on the Autism Spectrum. One of the panelists, Nancy Popkin, the mother of a son with autism, advocate and employee of the Autism Society of NC, …
The Holidays and Extended Family
When K was younger, she considered holiday meal time nothing less than an abomination. First, there was the timing. Many holiday “dinners” were timed smack between lunch and supper, making the phrase “dinner” a source of constant consternation. Then there was the food, itself. Even when the main holiday meal was around noon, the fact that it was “dinner food” …
Growing up Appalachian – The Swimming Hole by Julie Clark
When my mother and father met there was much consternation on the part of my grandparents. My father was from the hills and my mother most certainly was not. Although that is a story for another moment, being my father’s daughter means I have a background many mock but one that I cherish. I was born and raised so close …
My Own Flavor of Thankfulness 2016
As I write this, it’s Thanksgiving Eve in my country; a time to stop, reflect and dig deep for something to be thankful for. As parents of special needs children, we truly have much to be thankful for. Sure, our concept of “normal” does not reflect what our surrounding culture deems “typical,” but that doesn’t make our experience any less, …