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Musing on literary gestations

Writing a book is often likened to having a baby.  It’s a long, arduous, long, exhilarating, long, painful, long, rewarding – did I say long? – process. Publication Day for my second novel is May 8, 2018, nine months from today. In human terms, that makes today, Aug. 8, Conception Day. In reality,Read More

Stopping by the blog on an anniversary evening

ix years ago today we got the results back from our son’s special education evaluation: He was autistic. That part of our parental road now stretches for more than half his almost 11 years. We’ve known longer than we didn’t know, in other words. Measured that way, I keep thinkingRead More

Squinting for signals

Jeans and shirts with collars. A silent ceiling fan. An orange swim suit. As the new year gets fully underway this week, I fixate on what I’m interpreting as this trio of signals from my son, sent as 2014 waned. Like many autistic children, he is rigid about his routines.Read More