White billowing clouds move lazily across the azure sky. Pushed by a gentle summer breeze. Shapes changing as they pass me by. I gave up trying to force a shape on them and focus instead on their amorphousness and finding the beauty that lives within each of them.

I wonder how it would feel to live in a cloud. I imagine it would be much like a boat. How wonderful it would be to recline lazily as it bobs and meanders across the sky.

Would I be able to see clouds above me? Would there be an infinity of me’s lounging lazily warmed by the sun and thinking thoughts of eternity.

15 minutes, 1 topic.

He’s leaving today…

I met him for the first time on a cold February day in 1996 and my life was forever changed.

We grew together. Weathered storms and celebrated victories. We fought and struggled. We laughed until we cried.

I taught him to walk and talk and read and think.

He taught me patience and respect and understanding.

I made him a man.

He made me a mom.

Have it your way

“Judge not, that ye be not judged.” ~ The Bible, Matthew 7:1

If you’ve been anywhere near the Internet this past week, then you probably have a passing familiarity with the Burger King Pie guy.

For those who haven’t heard, a guy was in line at Burger King and behind him were a mother and son. The son was acting out and demanding a pie; the mom was yelling that he wasn’t getting pie. Cussing and bad manners were displayed. Pie Guy decides to buy all the pies so the kid can’t have any. The Internet declared the guy a hero.

I’m going to take out my soapbox and climb up on it because this episode has dredged up memories I thought were safely tucked away. So, indulge me why I play Devil’s advocate and maybe get some people to look at things just a little bit differently.

What I see is a perfect stranger who decided within the amount of time he stood in line that a child he doesn’t know was deserving of cruel and unusual punishment because he had to listen to him yelling and swearing that he wanted to have a pie. This guy also deduced in the epically long wait time that the cause of the child’s behavior was horrible parenting.

But things aren’t always what they seem.

I don’t doubt that standing in that line was aggravating and frustrating. We’ve all been there – a kid acting up, a parent either ignoring it or making it worse. We roll our eyes and grit our teeth. Some may even make a comment or two. If we’re being honest with ourselves, there are times when we are those people. None of us are at our best 100 percent of the time, and sometimes our bad parenting gets caught on tape. Shame on him for deciding that it was his responsibility to teach this mother and son a lesson.

About eight years ago, I stood in line at McDonald’s with my daughter, refusing to buy her any food unless she ordered it herself. We stood there for 10 minutes. I refused a picture menu. I refused to let the counterperson lead her with suggestions so she could nod at what she wanted.

I stood there, my 7-year-old crying and red-faced and told her she would go home hungry if she didn’t speak up and order her food herself. I counted down the minutes to the horror and glares of those around me.

And I would do it again.

What they witnessed that day in McDonald’s was public therapy.

At 5 years old my daughter was diagnosed with selective mutism (SM). SM is a serious anxiety disorder that manifests as an inability to speak in normal social interactions. That was 10 years ago.

As part of the exercise, I could not provide her any prompts or assistance, nor could I allow anyone to intercede on her behalf. That meant no picture menus to point at what she wanted. No nodding to proffered selections. No assistance. One aspect of this exercise was to make not talking more uncomfortable than talking. In order for that to happen she had to be made uncomfortable and unsettled.

One of the most difficult things I have ever done was stand in that McDonald’s and watch terror swallow my daughter whole. I stood in silence watching her confront her enormous fear and not knowing if she could do it.

I watched her cry and ignored her silent pleas for help.

I stood there and felt my soul shatter.

And while I stood there refusing to break and let her leave before she completed her task, I endured the stares, glares and muttered comments of the other people there. But I couldn’t let them influence my behavior because I knew what was at stake. Not a single other person in that McDonald’s knew our story or how much work she had done to get to this point.

And it was none of their business, because here’s what they didn’t see.

They didn’t see the preparation that went into those 10 minutes. They didn’t see the millions of victories both small and large that got her to that place. They didn’t see her failures or her determination. They didn’t see her small smile when she faced and conquered her fear. They didn’t see the victories that built slowly and painfully over the next few years.

And they don’t see the victories that continue to happen today.

I learned something about myself during that time, and it has served me well for the past decade.

Never ever assume you understand a person or a behavior based on a snippet of their life. No matter how horrifying it is to you personally, you have no idea of a person’s struggles or what led them to the point where your paths cross.

My experience with Emma and her therapy gave me more than sleepless nights; it gave me courage. More important than courage, it gave me compassion.

Every single person I encounter gets the benefit of the doubt. I’m more likely to give a smile and a nod – a silent “You’re not alone; you’re not the only one,” an acknowledgement that others have stood in their shoes and some of us still stand there.

I don’t know if the mother and son at Burger King were anything other than horrible people behaving badly. Honestly, I don’t really care, since if that is the case their behavior is a reflection of them.

My behavior is a reflection of me.

And I would like to say this to Burger King Pie guy.

Maybe you’re right and this kid is a product of poor parenting, but had you drawn on your compassion instead of your anger perhaps you could have shown this child there’s another way to be.

Instead, you decided to act like a spoiled brat proving yourself no better than the behavior you were condemning.

Originally published in the August 13, 2014 edition of The Old Colony Memorial. Published to the web at on August 14, 2014.


The face of madness

I remember the first time I saw
Robin Williams. He was on Happy Days.

As an alien.

I identified with him since I always felt like an alien too.

Never felt like I fit in. The square peg in a round hole; living a cliche. A feeling that has pursued me my entire life. Misjudged and assumed to be a certain way, a certain type of girl.

I hated school. Drugs and alcohol made me cool. Settled my brain. Allowed me to engage. Participate.

Always though I clung to him. I devoured his movies and his madness, they made him accessible. Lovable. Real.

A champion.

Watching him strive, we saw him fail. His exploits a mirror to so many lives. Always moving forward. His addictions, a shark pursuing him.

He refused to sit in the box they defined. He broke it and paid for his disruption with their scorn.

I rooted for him. His madness and his sanity. I wanted him to win. To grow old. To be able to sit with his demons. Neither conquered, rather an uneasy truce. Coexist.

He did it, though. He broke through. They ate their words. Celebrated and feted. He gave hope too, that the struggle is worth the pain. Grow for yourself. Challenge your demons.

I loved him more when he made me cry.

Sunday Morning

felix running 2


Up with the sun, we slip quietly

from the house

from responsibility


careful to not disturb the others and have them intrude


Anxious he waits by the door

Eager to run free




He loves the beach and the underbrush. He rolls happily in the cool green grass. He loves being free. He’s five now, not an impetuous puppy.


Patiently he waits for me

to catch up

to acknowledge


before darting off again.


When did that happen, I wonder

Just yesterday he was wild and unheeding.


Sunday morning belongs to us. 


I have no other purpose but to watch him delight in the world.


Undistracted, my mind wanders

Thoughts float free and interact with each other


but not with me


I follow him and I am free

My Fall

Munir Zamir Poetry

If my soul lays scattered
Among pieces of existence
Collect these remnants
For they will manifest
My life
And the choices
I made
The rise of my fall
The incline of my decline
I was so fascinated by you
I made myself ill
I was so focused on making
It with you
I was so focused..
But sadly not fearless
Now I am scattered
I have no togetherness
I fell in love with the longing..
The longing said it didn’t love me

© Incandescent Moon (2014)
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