On Seeing

Moose Lips!

“What we say we see says a lot about who we are.” – Ocean Vuong

“Why is no one ever looking when I use air quotes?”  – Matthew Harper

Sunspots through cloud-cover
Moose lips
Butterfly fuzz
Honey bees kissing lavender stalks
Spring breezes blowing cottonwood seeds into drifts 

Convection popcorning in the flame-blue east
Summer shimmering hayfield-rivers
Dust-devils whirling out of a midday calm
A dragonfly poised above a stagnant pond
its wings “wiggling—they don’t flap” 

The spider     like Godzilla’s more graceful cousin
terrorizing the webcam’s livestream
of pedestrians on a bridge over the Willamette
attended by the oblivious
broadcasts of a classical radio station 

A mother skunk trailed by three kits
emerging at midnight from the greenspace
across the street—their bottle-brush tails
going vertical    as my son    quivering
encroaches with his camera—
& erring on the side of sweet mercy     again 

A one & a half twisting layout somersault
from a trampoline—lights swirling in figure-eights
fifteen feet above the ground

Moose lips     & butterfly fuzz

The ease of every convoluted moment

The relative difficulty of ease


Butterfly Fuzz 3

Photos by Matthew Harper 


How to Take an Amazing Photo of a Solar Eclipse


“Solar Eclipse with Sunspots” by Matthew Harper


get knocked up,
plan a wedding in three months
and waddle down the aisle in white pumps
that fit you when you bought them. 

Gain a total of forty-eight pounds
while throwing up for forty weeks,
and give birth to a nine-pound baby boy,
who is bigger and cries louder than any other
newborn in the maternity ward. 

After you blink once or twice,
find yourself moving across the country
for your husband’s engineering job,
with three cats, the six-week old baby,
and all of their respective paraphernalia
crammed into a purple minivan. 

Critical Step: Raising Your Boy
To do this, start learning more about more things than you knew existed;
begin appreciating that this cherubic, gorgeous,
but almost alien issue of your loins
sees individual ice crystals in distant clouds,
hears crickets chirping at dusk
over the sound of rush-hour traffic,
plays the piano with no lessons better than you ever will. 

Have conversations with your boy (that he begins)
about the waxing gibbous moon
when he is still in diapers.

Don’t freak out when he runs to the garage to feel the water main
every time someone flushes the toilet
for an entire year. 

Realize that this otherworldly child means no slight
when the Valentine’s Day card he makes for you in first grade says,
“Dear Mom, I love the plants from Chris Tuffli’s science project.”

Scoop your bottom jaw off the floor
when he inquires about how nerve impulses
not only respond to, but initiate thoughts
(you will have had about seven years
to prepare for this moment,
but your heart will still flutter dangerously). 

Believe that you are the only one who notices
that he has decided not to “turn left”
during the ages of eight and nine.

Get comfortable slinging around terms
like high-functioning autism, echolalia,
sensory integration dysfunction, perfect pitch
and freaking genius.

Find a place deep in your understanding that “gets”
how he is not unloving, ungrateful, or deliberately obtuse,
but admirably, unprecedentedly honest and real.
Become very angry when his teachers and coaches
try to justify being put-out
and dare to assign blame to a child,
rather than consider how they, being the adults,
might assume responsibility
for their interactions with him. 

Fall fiercely in love with your magnificent boy,
so that your heart screams, your scalp hurts,
and your vision blurs
in this unsympathetic, simple-minded world’s injustice.
It will then be easy for you
to put aside your concerns about ruffling feathers,
making waves, and rocking boats.
You will do anything necessary
to arm your son to thrive, shine,
and find his own joy.

Trust in his gift of seeing every moment
in terms of geological time––
of constantly holding the cycles of mountains
rising up and eroding away in his mind’s eye––
and strain in your every breath, step, and toss in your sleep
to grasp
how his world is wholly un-glossed over
by super-imposed paradigms. 

Never try to propagandize him
into a semblance of societal expectation.

Never believe for an instant that you
should temper your awe of him. 

When he is a teenager,
endure an epic tongue-lashing
from your superego,
then fork out the dough,
for the camera of his dreams.


Thank you to Editor Dave Essinger for publishing “How to Take an Amazing Photo of a Solar Eclipse” alongside Matthew’s amazing photo (above) in the 2016 edition of Slippery Elm Literary Journal. This piece is also included in my new chapbook, This Being Done, now available for pre-publication order from Finishing Line Press HERE!

Matthew Harper is an avid photographer and videographer of wildlife, weather, and astronomical phenomena, the more extreme—i.e., skunks and coyotes, thunderstorms, meteor showers and solar eclipses—the better. He is also an accomplished digital artist and musician. Matthew recently completed his high school studies as a home schooler, and earned a Certificate in Audio Technology from the Oregon School of Music Technology. He currently lives with his family in Hillsboro, OR.

Oh, yeah, he’s a gymnast, too! “Intense Matthew!”

An Offering of Hope

Matthew, age 6

Matthew, age 6

Today, I received an email from a friend and fellow homeschooling parent, in which she asked me if I might have any resource recommendations for her friend’s nephew, who has just been diagnosed with autism at age 15. Wow.

My son’s diagnosis was “official” when he was 7 years old, but I had already had my suspicions from the time he was an infant, and I had been delving into all the seemingly applicable literature I could find and parenting Matthew “as if,” even though the public school system (including the district’s early intervention program) was remiss to carry out testing and potentially (more like obviously!) be bound by law to offer him accommodations.

I can’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like for a family to be effectively drowning for 15 years of their child’s life, and then suddenly one day find that they must learn to swim in shark-infested waters. So, after my heart was finished bursting into thirteen million pieces and I sopped up the blood, I wrote this message (below) in response to my friend’s inquiry. I have decided to post it on my blog in the hope that it might be helpful in some way to others facing similar challenges:

Though I don’t have any kind of straightforward recommendation, I can give you some general impressions from our experience:

The one thing I am positive about, is that the public school system was totally ineffectual for addressing/accommodating for Matthew’s needs, and no one I ever talked to who had kids on the spectrum who were also in public school reported being satisfied with the “help” they were receiving. I think this is truer for kids who are higher functioning and who can manage to “fall through the cracks” (because they don’t have the kinds of profound behavior issues that get noticed, etc.). Also, as far as I’m aware, there is no such thing as an “autism coach”* (at least not someone who would work directly with and advocate for the child according to his individual demonstrated needs). There are just so many variables involved. Especially since this boy’s issues have gone unrecognized for so long, it’s pretty much impossible to say where one should “start.” I know that there are autism and Asperger’s Syndrome support groups for families abounding and easy to access via the internet (public schools won’t supply any info about any services not directly related to what is offered by the school district, because if they indicate that they can’t/won’t give a student adequate accommodations within the school’s framework, it’s actually a violation of Federal IDEA law – though that is a whole other ball of wax). The fact that this poor kid slipped through the cracks for so long is a testament to the school system’s lack of ability to meet his needs, as far as I’m concerned. Does he live in the Portland area? If so, there is a very good resource center in NE Portland called the Swindells Center. They have volunteers (they might actually be paid nowadays) who are very friendly, knowledgeable, and will actually sit down with parents and give them an overview of information and a binder for organizing your child’s vital info, etc. If they are not in Oregon, the Swindells Center might be able to recommend similar entities in other states?

Other than that, I would say that the absolute first consideration for your friend’s nephew at this juncture should be to address any potential mental health complications that he might be experiencing. Autism (especially if it’s been undiagnosed) can be associated with depression, anxiety, even PTSD (if he’s experienced bullying, etc.), and it is hard to make any progress toward or decisions about the future without first getting a handle on issues of the present. Also, I imagine his parents are likely experiencing a lot of grief and confusion. Even though autism is not a “terminal” condition, receiving news like this can feel like facing impending doom. It summarily dismantles all of your hopes, dreams, expectations, and assumptions about who your child is and who he might someday be (which is not necessarily bad, just totally different), and so I would recommend that the parents consider therapy for themselves to help them process their fears, grief, etc.

Finally, the one “service” that has made the hugest difference for Matthew as far as helping him develop skills in self-awareness and acceptance, modulating emotions, and problem-solving/flexibility has been Equine Assisted Psychotherapy. Matt was 15 when he started EAP, so your friend’s nephew might really be ripe for something like this – i.e., doing empowering work that is all about him (?). EAP practitioners are not state-licensed therapists (which, believe me, speaks more to the intractability of our government than to the effectiveness of such programs), so they won’t be covered by insurance. Some might charge on a sliding scale.

Wow. My heart really goes out to your friend’s nephew and his family. The days and years ahead for them may be really hard, but things also might finally start making sense for them, you know? They will be able to move from a place of mystery and darkness to a new kind of hope and light that they might never have imagined. The journey definitely has its rewards…

I hope my manifesto here has actually been helpful in some way.

My favorite authors for comprehensive, practical information are:

  1. Tony Atwood (premiere authority on Asperger’s Syndrome)
  2. Temple Grandin (describes her own challenges with HFA and advocates for kids on the spectrum)
  3. Michelle Garcia Winner (her specialty is “social cognition”)

Let me know if you have any other questions!


*By God, there should be!

Autism Turned Inside Out

Autism Turned Inside Out *See text blown up below

I recently created this mandala, which ended up becoming a cathartic, stream-of-consciousness way for me to express some of my current feelings about raising a bright and talented son who has autism.

Autism, in Matthew’s case, seems to function as a buffer between the outside world and his experiences of himself as a living, breathing, emotional being in the world. To that effect, his demeanor can sometimes seem abrasive, or obstinate, and because he is so very intelligent (and often amazingly sweet!), these less-desirable social behaviors are perceived by others to be deliberately off-putting, when, in fact, BECAUSE of his AUTISM, he can become too overwhelmed by others’ social expectations of him to be able to respond “appropriately.”

These days, we are facing the exquisite challenges involved in supporting a teen with autism’s transition into adulthood. While many of our son’s peers are preparing for their futures in typical, socially-proscribed ways (i.e., applying to colleges, and beefing up their portfolios with “desirable” skills and experiences), Matthew does not seem to identify at all with the processes typically involved in this phase of life. BECAUSE of his AUTISM, the usual protocols that most youths growing up in a privileged society just seem to be able to “get” innately, are inscrutable to Matthew. Yet, as nothing about our son is typical, it certainly follows that his path to adulthood will be every bit as unique as he is. He will be breaking new ground in unprecedented ways, for sure, but he will also need a lot of support, patience, and tolerance from others as he makes his way.

At this juncture, it is really difficult for me as a parent to envision how things will all pan out. What I do know for sure, is that we will not be able to provide Matthew with the resources and support he needs and deserves alone. These are some of the questions I’ve been considering in my attempt to achieve a bit of clarity:

  • How do we help Matthew navigate this new territory in a way that will be empowering for him?
  • How do we help him to find his “community” (not necessarily only others with autism, but any caring, genuine, enlightened people out there who have the capacity to appreciate and make room for difference)?
  • Where are those places and circumstances, where Matthew’s ways of seeing and being in the world will not just be tolerated with sighs and rolling eyes; but will actually be embraced, because they are optimal for developing ideas and creating exciting possibilities for the world?
  • Who will be bold enough to step into Matthew’s world — to meet him there, in his element, where he thrives, feels grounded, and responds innately and effortlessly to the minute mysteries and details that most of us would never even perceive — instead of always requiring him to step out of that world that sustains him?
  • Who will be brave enough to push themselves far enough beyond their own comfort zones, to begin to comprehend the manifest discomfort my son endures in every waking moment of unavoidably inhabiting a world that has always denied him approval for who he is?
  • Who will love and accept him enough to become his tether to the world, to be the solid rock of “YES!” in a raging sea of “NO!”?
  • Who will help us build Matthew’s house on that rock?

Finally, I would like to express my deep gratitude for Matthew’s mentor and human being extraordinaire, Jenny Forrester, for teaching me the “mind map” exercise, which helped me to generate these questions.

~SLH, March 25, 2015

*Text from artwork above…


  • I knew there was something different about my baby boy the moment I gave birth to him almost seventeen years ago.
  • My world is richer, more complex, and more beautiful than I’d have ever known if not for seeing it through his eyes.
  • Matthew is so full of life and passion. He desires connections, and wants to share parts of himself with his family, his friends, and his pets, and he pours his soul into experiencing the earth’s beauty and majesty. He wants to love and be loved, but he feels alone. 😦
  • Matthew cannot understand the seemingly arbitrary rules, expectations, and emotions that neurotypicals take for granted. His brain is wired for different ways of thinking, observing, and feeling.
  • He realizes that others don’t care to understand his world — and he resents the double standard. Rightly so!
  • The pieces of Matthew’s world are shattered, scattered, compartmentalized, confused, and incongruous with what the world values as “normal” and “acceptable.” Misguided attempts to teach and integrate him have amounted to veiled threats of punitive consequences for refusal or inability to conform to a society that patently disapproves of his essential nature, and does not tolerate the outrage and frustration of those who must endure constant negation and neglect.
  • But my marvelous son is a survivor! He has not let the system utterly defeat him. He is learning, growing up, developing interests, and pursuing a tenable existence in a world that also needs to grow up!
  • Matthew is beautiful, brilliant, and precious. His differences are not faults. He deserves to be the perfect human being he is! It is not his duty to make himself “right” for the world. It is not his job to make the pieces fit. The WORLD better start making itself “right” for him!

Stephanie L. Harper, Proudest Mom in the World!