You’re Probably Not An Outlier
My mother worked as a school teacher in Passaic, New Jersey. She needed to be
at school by 6:30 am, so she would drop my sister and me off at our
grandparents’
Literature
Return to Sloansville
I close my eyes,
blot out one hundred
and fifty shale driveways
pickup trucks, Ford
pintos, trailers barely
tied to this ground
by wires, gas lines
cable TV.
I can still see
dirt
Books for the Transition
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[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:SophiesWorld.png]Like so many other things I
adore or despise in life, my opinion of
Hard-Earned Hope
I’ve become a statistic. A mother of the one in one hundred ten children
diagnosed with an autistic spectrum disorder in the United States.
When my son was diagnosed, his developmental specialist
Women of the House
We three moved to the city–
I liked golden shag rug, clean white
walls, square bedroom to myself
that shut out sounds of a new place
and trouble I found in line after