Crocheting. After 21 years, it is back in my life, every stitch unhooking my mind from things that weigh me down in a day. Hook in right hand, yarn in left I am on automatic, chain linking, waffle stitching, blanket stitching and cross stitching, every fragment of my life back together in the hopes of making something great…something comfortable that makes others smile. Hoping to make something of a story with this life of ours that will result in something beautiful.

I have so many things I want to make with this yarn and hook of mine. Things that I…

It’s been a rough stretch. COVID-19 restrictions, trying to generate business at work when no one has money to spend, and despite pandemic restrictions, that Crazy Christmas Aura is in the air and Adam does not handle this time of year well. He’s been cut off from the Special Olympics Program and a great deal of his activities due to COVID-19 and of course he physically takes out his frustrations on the walls of his apartment and then takes it out mentally and emotionally on us by constantly trying to push our buttons. In his mind, if he is upset…

If Not Now, When?

One of the things I’ve learned from living in this time of global pandemic is that life is unpredictable and short, and I need to stop procrastinating and start doing. Enough is enough. It is time to use my gifts, my experiences, and my knowledge to help others. It is time to stop making excuses about being busy, having too many responsibilities or not being in the right mood to write about what I know. It is time to call myself out for being afraid to write and to finally admit that every excuse I make…

“Bye Daddy,”

My husband, Tom, and I were over the moon. Those were the first sounds we’d heard from Adam in eleven months and the last time we would hear him string words together in four years. That morning started like any other since things changed. Adam was sitting beside me in his highchair enjoying his breakfast, fixated on traffic in the street below. Acknowledging the elephant in the room, Tom squeezed my hand, kissed us both on the top of our heads and went to the door, and as he had done every morning, said in his cheeriest voice…

I am fifty four. I am active, I take care of myself and I do what is interesting to me. I am using the time that has been returned to me, to learn new things and to get back to hobbies I’d put aside. It is really nice to get to this point after years of evolving into a person who cares not what others think, while respecting the fact that everyone is entitled to their opinion and their space on the planet.

I do not have conversations with or read posts made by people who can’t get over that…

A couple weeks ago, plans with my sister changed due to weather and we decided on a rain check. Looking at the overcast sky and the drizzle sprinkling the back deck, I was about to settle for a day indoors when I realized, it was perfectly still. No wind rustled the leaves of the trees. The air was thick and humid, the smell of the rain soaking into the earth, ripe. Feeling the discontemtment with the possibility of an indoor day, I gave into my urge to be outside and on the water. After all, I was on day two…

I attended a funeral for my friend’s sister three weeks ago. In a time of covid-19, technology made it possible for me to be there while sitting on the other side of the continent. It was surreal; it was like watching a movie of their lives play out before me, except that their loss and sadness was real. Pandemic protocols determined that my friend and her family wait about two weeks before her sister could be cremated and two months and two days before they could celebrate her life and have the finality of a funeral. As I watched the…

This title might be looked upon rather strangely considering I have a publication on Medium called Playing God. That publication however is not about religion but about my journey raising my autistic son. This post is about my relationship with religion, more specifically with God and how freeing myself of all that I had been taught and believed and reevaluating the way I look at life, made me a better person.

I was born in Trinidad, where Christianity is the largest religion in the country, Roman Catholicism comprising 21.6% of the the population that consists of 1.39 million people. I…