Cynthia Niswonger

Becoming informed about a thing changed the rigid black and white structure of what I thought I knew

What's it like when your daughter is diagnosed with cancer?

I'm coming up on eleven years of a milestone in my life

The air brushes my skin and moves through me

I am not meant to become some form of collateral damage

Thoughts are drawn together until they make no sense at all

When God made love in perfect form He saw that it was good

I sat out on the window ledge of my second story bedroom in my parent's home for what became the second to last…

If I could reach from where I am now and write a letter back to myself then

To all of you who choose kindness and patience one interaction at a time, I say thank you.

I am rapidly brushing up on a year since several people in my life have passed

I gather those moments by the window and clutch them to myself. I wrap the gratitude in with the sweet pricking…

“Oh, Lorena May! How nice of that mongrel dog to come on and carry you home."

What was it like to fly home, told not to wear the uniform you honored and were willing to die in by the country…

My sorrow has not moved in any direction that I can follow. I’ve read about all the emotions that I could expect

I am evermore certain that he is a Duke. There was some catastrophic collision with a mistake of destiny; I am…

I was seeing rocks, leaves, puddles, and wet and dry spots creating a pathway of perfect little hearts

One of my goals in writing has been to describe the process. Not only the feelings but the actual stepping stones

So I decided to sit down and write out about my struggle for fitness and weight loss—ROUND TWO. Ding ding!

I feel the stares, I am hearing the comments. I realized that I do feel them almost all of the time. I am often…

I Am... I am the spirit of the vibrantly hued flower Whose color flashes warning of a siren song I am the…

There is a physical sound to the rising of my hope and the raising of my awareness of his progress. It tingles in…

As May shut its door, I feel compelled to try my hand at hashing out my attempt to honor the lives of 5 Autistic…

The Road I Am On: As another phase of my life drifts to close I am aware of a few things. I am acute, to my…

"Take me there," she said, the little sister into the eyes of the older And so she began again once upon a…

So Christmas has rolled around again. And we've come so far from where we were last year! Though there was love and…

There is a lonely quality to the dark that falls in a hospital room at night. Overnights have a held breath hushed…

December 2, 2010 - I've had another thought on what makes Autism so special in my life. I was online this morning…

Thanksgiving 2010 - I was reflecting on this last year and feeling all the changes both good and bad. I was…

And so the circle has come full back to where it is from. It has been one year that I knew my path had gone…

October 3, 2010 It's been awhile since I could write. It has to be admitted that though I am still in a positive…

Neeko began his in-home A.B.A. therapy. I guess I should break down what that is. Applied Behavior Analysis. It's…

I’ve been away so it has been hard for me to write in any flowing congruous way. In fact, it’s just been flat out…

December 21, 2009 I met Sam today, the son of the woman who told me Nicholas had Autism and who held me that first…

I am from a Navy father soaked in love for the red, white, and blue born of celebration the ending of war…

Even after all of these years I believe it was Rupert who swaggered in and saved me. A cat as ordinary as any other…

October 26, 2009 I called the Regional Center today. It is an organization that provides help for families with…

On Mother's Day, I feel a need to reflect. There are things I've learned as a direct result of my walk with my…

Again we must remember the spectral aspect of Autism. If we view it like a rainbow in our minds we can follow it…

What is Autism? I wanted to wait awhile and educate myself as to what it is said to be and what it looks like for…

October 23, 2009 Today I met with the mother of a 16-year-old boy who is Autistic. She echoed, but in a way, I…