A short poem about the vegetables I'm growing.

Now that the election results have settled and the Liberal Party remains in power, we cannot take the pressure off to have them put into effect their promises, especially those regarding the Canadian Disability Benefit.

My son is autistic. He is three and a half. The light of my life. And I'm terrified a lot of the time.

I’m at the playground with my four-year-old son. He’s chewing on his hand, drooling. A nearby mom says, sympathetically, “Are teeth coming in?” I say, “No, it’s his stim.”