Stories & reflections
Slice-of-life stories, wheelchair escapades, and everyday discoveries from my “From Where I Sit” columns, featured in The Baltimore Sun publications.
I was a junior in college when the phone call came. My father tracked me down to my friend’s apartment, interrupting our dinner. In those pre-cell phone days, it was rare for parents to seek you out beyond…
Read more: When comforting your friends after a tragic loss, don’t tiptoe around it →This column was originally published as part of my “From Where I Sit” series at in Towson Times. “Take out pencil and paper, please,” the speaker instructed, “and write this down.” Three hundred and fifty parents rustled through their notes grabbing…
Read more: Parent learns letting go isn’t one-time event →This article was originally published in North County News. It’s the thank-you note to die for. It arrived not from a friend or family member, but from one of the best friends of my 18-year-old daughter. “I have such fond…
Read more: Thank-you note affirms value of congenial home →This article was originally published in North County News. Thank-you note affirms value of congenial home It’s the thank-you note to die for. It arrived not from a friend or family member, but from one of the best friends of…
Read more: From Where I Sit →This article was originally published in Towson Times. The lanky youth sauntered by our booth, his pristine New York Yankee uniform gleaming in the afternoon sun. He paused to read our banner, “Pathfinders for Autism,” then kept walking. After all,…
Read more: Autism increase stirs awareness, detection efforts →This column was originally published as part of my “From Where I Sit” series at in Towson Times. I revved my power wheelchair into high gear, crossed the soggy grass and pulled close to the metal bleachers. The morning chill arrived…
Read more: Encouragement, not criticism, wins in ‘tween’ years →This column was originally published as part of my “From Where I Sit” series at in Towson Times. One November, as my parents prepared for their annual Thanksgiving trip from West Virginia to Baltimore, my father developed a severe toothache. Fortunately,…
Read more: Use small brush when adding color to holidays →It’s hard to watch your mother grieve. Her crystal-blue eyes fill with tears when you least expect it. We pass a storefront advertising Dad’s favorite ice cream. An elderly gentleman opens the door for his wife. A butterfly,…
Read more: In the fleeting passage of a butterfly, hope for all those who are grieving →
