Kindness. This month’s issue of ‘The International Journal for Direct Support Professionals’ is one that I wrote on what it means to be, or do, kindness. It was published this month because on Nov. 13 we celebrate World Kindness Day. In the article, I challenge people to spend an entire day being kind in all situations, with everyone. I am taking the challenge myself, knowing that I’m going to fail, sometimes,
Rolling Around In My Head doing damns the darkness/ A Blog By Dave Hingsburger
It was the morning after the first snowfall of the year. Much more fell that we expected and, as we were up early getting ready for me to go to work, the plows had not yet been through. We took a second to turn on the television to get the Toronto, where my office is, weather report. We found the station and then listened as a poor reporter stood out
Photo Description: Close up photo of a gentle faced doberman /German shepherd mix Right now, as I’m writing this, Lucy is sitting beside me. It’s taking a long time to type these words. You see right now, Lucy has decided that her need for affection and affirmation is the only thing I should be attending to … excuse me … be right back … OK Lucy is now full
Photo Description: Three maple leaves one brown, one yellow and one red are placed over the words “Happy Thanksgiving. Credit: This work was found on the internet here: https://dayslee.ca/2017/10/07/happy-thanksgiving-day-canada/ Today we vote. The advance polls open just a little after breakfast time. Joe and I are away, in Edmonton, on the day of the election so we’ve planned to get in the car and drive over to the center and mark
The last item was scanned and the clerk turned to me and asked, “All ready for Thanksgiving now?” I looked over the bounty packed in bags; turnips, carrots, potatoes, acorn squash, the Tofurkey roasts, and was about to say that we needed not a thing more, we were ready, when I noticed the store had created some prepackaged bags that could be donated to the food bank. I grabbed one
I hear a lot of straight people congratulating themselves on the presidential run of Pete Buttigieg. Even here in Canada people who speak of the American election often borrow from what they hear on American television, “It’s a sign of how far we’ve come.” We? We? Who is ‘we’? Joe and I have been following Mr. Buttigieg’s campaign fairly closely and therefore I can assure you, ‘we’ haven’t come that
I am a believer in fiction. In the power of stories, true or not, to change our lives or change our perspectives.. I have a friend who only reads non-fiction and believes that non-fiction books are ‘education’ and what I read is ‘entertainment.’ But we’ve dropped the subject between us because neither was budging. Books, movies, comedians all use the power of stories to open different pathways in your mind.
I had been requested by a woman with Down Syndrome that I had come into acquaintance with to attend a meeting with her father and her sister. Her mother had passed away a few years earlier and the passage through grief had brought them all closer together. There was resistance to my being there, but she was a strong self advocate and stood her ground. Besides herself there would be
Several of the hotels that we stayed in over the last few days on the road to and from St. Louis had renovated or ‘updated’. They all looked great, but looks can be very deceiving. In the first one I got off the elevator to turn towards the room and sank into porridge soft carpet. I’ll bet it felt good to walk on if you were fully able to balance.
We were having lunch at a small cafe in a mall near the hotel in which we were staying. The food court was a few feet down and around the corner from us. We we chatting over our meal when Joe’s face froze. He said quietly to someone other than me, “Put the fucking phone away.” I turned to see a woman with a disability trailing behind her staff who