Author R.A. Bridges, Corrie's Mom
I love my son more than anything in the world. To support a dangerous ideology, which would seek to dehumanize children, teens, and adults like my son is not and never will be right. There is not a right or left-winged news station quote. The source material for me to cite is in my own flesh and blood.
Born with a different kind of mind– and not the etch-a-sketch kind with the straight edges and directions to flow–is like sitting on the steps of the shallow end without a clue of how to swim or where to go.
By the age of six, a person with autism will experience more negative interactions compared with other children.
In a dream, I heard her laughter. She bounced on the bed I could feel her arms around me, and see her curls wrap around her face. As always, her hair flew unkempt, unbrushed as if she'd just read Where the Wild Things Are. I'd laugh and tell her, "She was one of the the… Continue reading Dreams for My Children: a Poem for Corrie and Her Brother
Just because I was identified as a child with learning disabilities and possibly autistic rather than academically gifted, it failed to mean that my intelligence and gifts would never show.
Did you know I used to sing? Then I stopped performing. I walked away from the stage. I left behind a scholarship at a small college as if it was nothing more than a second hand bike passed down three times left out between flat tires, tall grass and the rain. Truth be told, I… Continue reading I Used to Sing, a Poem
I celebrate 20 publications. I celebrate and embrace being atypical. I honor and remember that grief does not define me, but is a part of me.
What do you do when your child becomes something to remain behind the caution tape for longer than the time the doctor says he needs to be? What happens when instead of being in a contaminated room with doctors and nurses in hazmat suits the walls build up around you and your child? It's like… Continue reading What They Don’t Tell you About COVID, a Poem for my Son
he land itself tells stories of love and loss and of survival. There is a love deeper than the roots of the trees torn up by the tornado. Lives continue past the human experience. The family of John, Hayes, and I continues with Corrie inside us and on the land.
You are always with me. We walk on different shores. When you dig your toes into the sand, know I dig my toes in the sand on another shore.
Everything Organic
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Inspire All
Photographer Of Life and moments
Motivate | Inspire | Uplift
Ruminative rumblings
Inspired Educators. Inspire Educators.
Drift among the scribbles of writer Janet Gogerty
Sharing my own experiences to help others
From A Garden To A City, And Beyond - The Prophetic Journey. Isaiah 65:17.
For everything notebooks / journal reviews
As a stay at home mom, yoga has helped me compose myself in ways I never expected. I am on a weight loss journey while I attempt to parent my child the best way I know how. Join me on my path and hopefully, it'll inspire you, as well!
Life is all about being curious, asking questions, and discovering your passion. And it can be fun!
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Corrie's Season 