Into the Wilderness
- The Ghosts of ChristmasInto the Wilderness: Story 60 Christmas Past My father sits in an avocado-green velvet chair, a large Waterford glass with bourbon on the rocks in his hand. In the kitchen, my mother rushes from the oven to the fridge and to the marble confectioner’s table she uses as a kitchen island. She is finishing ChristmasContinue reading “The Ghosts of Christmas”
- CreviceInto the Wilderness: Story 59 I’ve been thinking a lot about attachment. Some people can cut people out of their lives as simply as lancing a pimple. Slash and the connection is gone. Not me. I’m more like the grown-too-big baby kangaroo no longer able to fit in its mama’s warm pouch. I keep tryingContinue reading “Crevice”
- I failed my MRI, and I’m alive because of itInto the Wilderness: Story 58 Ten years ago, I was hospitalized with acute abdominal pain. My temperature was 105, and I was vomiting and crying with pain. Less than an hour later, after an MRI with contrast, the young, extremely tall doctor pronounced: “gallstone-induced pancreatitis.” A gallstone had lodged in my biliary duct. The resultContinue reading “I failed my MRI, and I’m alive because of it”
- Please, And Thank YouWe are entering the holiday season when gratitude, gatherings and gifting carry us to year’s end. I rarely ask for favors or gifts, but I am boldly asking for one now. If you have not done so, will you please, dear readers, directly subscribe to this blog? It’s simple to do. Just go to walk-the-moon.comContinue reading “Please, And Thank You”
- Ghost StoryInto the Wilderness: Story 57 The political landscape has been such a roller coaster that I couldn’t bear to dwell on it. I’m both heartened by the democratic “wave,” as it’s being called, and terrified of the possible increases in my ACA premiums. So I have decided to write about something more predictable than today’sContinue reading “Ghost Story”
- Please, And Thank YouWe are entering the holiday season when gratitude, gatherings and gifting carry us to year’s end. I rarely ask for favors or gifts, but I am boldly asking for one now. If you have not done so, will you please, dear readers, directly subscribe to this blog? It’s simple to do. Just go to walk-the-moon.comContinue reading “Please, And Thank You”
- Bad GirlsI haven’t shared a poem in years. Here’s a new one. Here’s to the bad girls, The ones who rise at midnight, Twitching for a fix Of wind in the valley or snow in the city. They rise and watch for ways to break Crystal and ceramics and stand- Ards forced by birth. These badContinue reading “Bad Girls”
- We need neurodivergenceA Raising Autism blog Whenever I hear RFK Jr. speak about autism, fear builds inside me. He talks about ridding the world of children with ASD. He speaks about them as unproductive members of society, harming the general social good. He continues to blame vaccines when the ASD and vaccine connection has been long debunked-Continue reading “We need neurodivergence”
- Oops! I did it again.A Raising Autism blog I’ve written about girls on the spectrum many times. Both of my girls are ASD, and each have unique challenges. My younger daughter struggles with angry outbursts and self esteem. My older daughter represses emotions until she implodes-or explodes- both words work. Either way, the fallout envelops me like a roilingContinue reading “Oops! I did it again.”
- On the Spectrum-RepublishedInto the Wilderness: Story 12 Raising Autism: Survey 101 I have yet to write about ASD, or Autism Spectrum Disorder. That’s because we had yet to make the connection. Girls are less likely than boys to be diagnosed with ASD, even when they manifest typical behaviors. Currently, boys outnumber girls with autism four to oneContinue reading “On the Spectrum-Republished”
Surviving Facts
- A horrible, awful, terribly no good year.A Surviving Facts blog New Year’s Eve— the end of one year and the beginning of another— is my least favorite day of the year. I have my reasons. It’s not really a new year. Before the Romans, ancient societies built the calendar around the rhythms of the moon. A year was supposed to beContinue reading “A horrible, awful, terribly no good year.”
- White men woesA Surviving Facts Blog Guess what, white men? Your anti-diversity policies are backfiring. Since Trump’s attack on diversity, equity and inclusion, fewer white men are getting into and going to college. In fact, elite private universities such as Brown University, Georgetown and others are reporting sharp declines in white male enrollment, the lowest they haveContinue reading “White men woes”
- I failed my MRI, and I’m alive because of itInto the Wilderness: Story 58 Ten years ago, I was hospitalized with acute abdominal pain. My temperature was 105, and I was vomiting and crying with pain. Less than an hour later, after an MRI with contrast, the young, extremely tall doctor pronounced: “gallstone-induced pancreatitis.” A gallstone had lodged in my biliary duct. The resultContinue reading “I failed my MRI, and I’m alive because of it”
- Please, And Thank YouWe are entering the holiday season when gratitude, gatherings and gifting carry us to year’s end. I rarely ask for favors or gifts, but I am boldly asking for one now. If you have not done so, will you please, dear readers, directly subscribe to this blog? It’s simple to do. Just go to walk-the-moon.comContinue reading “Please, And Thank You”
- A losing equationA Surviving Facts blog Sometimes I wonder if loss ever goes away— the feelings of loss at least. Loss is such an amorphous and capricious emotion. It can be as trivial as the loss of a sweater on a trip or the loss of something profound— a job I held for 24 years. About thatContinue reading “A losing equation”
- A horrible, awful, terribly no good year.A Surviving Facts blog New Year’s Eve— the end of one year and the beginning of another— is my least favorite day of the year. I have my reasons. It’s not really a new year. Before the Romans, ancient societies built the calendar around the rhythms of the moon. A year was supposed to beContinue reading “A horrible, awful, terribly no good year.”
- The Ghosts of ChristmasInto the Wilderness: Story 60 Christmas Past My father sits in an avocado-green velvet chair, a large Waterford glass with bourbon on the rocks in his hand. In the kitchen, my mother rushes from the oven to the fridge and to the marble confectioner’s table she uses as a kitchen island. She is finishing ChristmasContinue reading “The Ghosts of Christmas”
- White men woesA Surviving Facts Blog Guess what, white men? Your anti-diversity policies are backfiring. Since Trump’s attack on diversity, equity and inclusion, fewer white men are getting into and going to college. In fact, elite private universities such as Brown University, Georgetown and others are reporting sharp declines in white male enrollment, the lowest they haveContinue reading “White men woes”
- Turning 50 Out Loud: I’m delighted to share an excerpt from “You’re Always 39,” my book coming out in 2026Starting Over at 60 blog I was blindfolded and being led out of my own house. Flanked on either side by two people, I didn’t know what was going on. I could feel my heart beat faster. My breathing sped up, too. I heard shuffling all around me. Suddenly, a loud “woooo” sounded from… whatContinue reading “Turning 50 Out Loud: I’m delighted to share an excerpt from “You’re Always 39,” my book coming out in 2026”
- CreviceInto the Wilderness: Story 59 I’ve been thinking a lot about attachment. Some people can cut people out of their lives as simply as lancing a pimple. Slash and the connection is gone. Not me. I’m more like the grown-too-big baby kangaroo no longer able to fit in its mama’s warm pouch. I keep tryingContinue reading “Crevice”
Walk the Moon 