September 29, 2015
The drooling boy sat in his manual wheelchair on the grassy knoll watching a combine traversing back and forth. He spent hours sitting on the knoll enduring the wind and the cold. Trucks came and went with corn, but the country boy stayed there until his father dragged him inside of the house. The boy fell asleep listening to the hum of the combine outside of his bedroom window. A memory of Spruce Knoll.
September 29, 2015
Fall is in the air. The leaves and the soybeans are turning. There is a crispness in the air as cool breezes blow the leaves off the trees. It gets dark earlier now. Fall is definitely here. Winter will soon be here.
September 22, 2015
“I’m a leader. Therefore I’m clearing the field for our party today.” Two months ago, Governor, you proclaimed yourself as a fighter. What happened? You quit after ninety one days! That’s not much of a fight, Governor. In the ninety one days my mother passed away, I became an adult overnight, adjusting to an entire life, handling my lawyer and agent, meeting advocates, training a staff who are caring for a New York author, being on my own, moving to my new home, living with my roommates, writing, burying my Mom, experimenting, and trying to not let my people down. All you did, Governor, was go gallivanting across the country, dodging questions and hiding behind your regressive agenda. I have thought a lot about your long-term care plan while adapting to my home. I’m lucky to have my own home with a caring staff. This is how the State of Wisconsin should treat its disabled citizens. Well, you have failed Governor! Go write another book. No, leave it to real authors. I’m the thorn in your side. Thank you for giving me a name. You helped me become known. Like I told you, I’m burdock. You can mow, plow, stab and move me and I just grow back. You talked about family. I have four families now. My real family, my Madison family, my staff family and of course my English family. A lot of people are counting on me and I will not fail or quit. Tomorrow after I go shopping I will write for the rest of the day, getting ready my adult manuscript to pitch in April to other agents. Nothing is going to stop the author from succeeding.
September 21, 2015
Two years ago we adopted a black cat named Lindy. She is spoiled rotten. My care attendants have to give her belly rubs before they care for me. She keeps me company. Lindy is at home in her new home, lying in her cat condo beside my office, watching me write all day. She is the only one constant in my life now. I love her.
September 14, 2015
It’s my nonverbal friend’s birthday this week. He invited me to his fortieth birthday but I didn’t go since it was the opening weekend of the NFL season. I wasn’t a good friend. It was my belief that I was better than him. He attended Madison College when I did and he still was a student when I returned to work part-time as a writing assistant. I ignored him at first, but in the latter years we would talk when we saw each other. He always had a smile on his face. Six weeks later after his fortieth birthday he committed suicide. I have always regretted for not being there for him. He was a genius. I’m sorry, Mark.