Years ago I had a student named Joseph who was deaf and mute and on the autism spectrum. He was 9 years-old, with big brown eyes, and sandy hair. I loved him and I knew he trusted me. When it was time to come in from the playground, he could not hear the bell, so … Continue reading Wagons
Miranda got up in the morning, fed the cats and ate a fresh peach, mindfully thanking the Universe for the sweetness and the texture of the fruit as well as the miracle that she had the resources to buy fresh peaches. And then she went on Facebook. Aaaaaaah, the images, the words, the addiction of … Continue reading Learning to Play
