Jo Pinto

J. E. Pinto is a magnet for underdogs! Early in her married life, her home became a hangout for troubled neighborhood kids. This experience lit the flame for her first novel, The Bright Side of Darkness.

Pinto's Spanish-American roots grow deep in the Rocky Mountains, dating back six generations. J. E. Pinto lives with her family in Colorado where she works as a writer and also proofreads textbooks and audio books.

A Stunning Blow

A Stunning Blow

Believe me, I wish I were making this stuff up. But it all too often happens to me and many others with disabilities and differences. Truth is stranger than fiction and sometimes more depressing. My other half and I went on a short out-of-town trip; we left yesterday and returned today. We took our daughter […]

The Power of Stealth

The Power of Stealth

My ten-year-old daughter Sarah won a prize this morning for completing an obstacle course at the library while making the least amount of noise. Yeah, I know…. my kid. It was probably the quietest five minutes and eleven seconds she’s ever had in her whole waking life, and most of her sleeping life, too.  The […]

Deal With It

Deal With It

I recently spent an afternoon with Sarah, my ten-year-old daughter, at her end-of-year picnic and fourth grade field day activities. I’d love to wax rhapsodic about hanging out with my kid in the sun, munching hamburgers and cheering her on as she won ribbons and had fun with her friends. Unfortunately, fate pitched something more […]

Guide Dog: Back In Business

Guide Dog: Back In Business

On a fateful evening last October, I  started to walk home from the library with my nine-year-old daughter Sarah and my yellow Labrador guide dog Anlyn. With the light in our favor, the three of us stepped into the crosswalk. In the same second a driver in a gray car turned right on the red […]

And A Little Child Will Lead Them: HR620

And A Little Child Will Lead Them: HR620

On Thursday, February 15, in a decision that didn’t make the evening news in most places, the House of Representatives took the first steps toward erasing nearly thirty years of progress for disabled people. HR620, a bill that passed in the House by a margin of 225 to 192, will effectively gut the Americans with […]

My Christmas Fidget Spinner

My Christmas Fidget Spinner

Two days before Christmas, we got a sudden snowstorm in Colorado. The storm was brief, but it left behind enough snow to cover the sidewalks with a few inches of white fluff. When the sun reappeared, my nine-year-old daughter Sarah took the initiative and bundled herself up in a long-sleeved shirt and a fleece-lined sweatshirt, […]

Mommy’s Little Helper

Mommy’s Little Helper

On a warm Saturday afternoon in November, my nine-year-old daughter Sarah and I walked down the street to Seven-11. She’d aced a spelling test the day before, and I decided to treat her to a Slurpee. At the convenience store counter, I started digging for loose change in my purse. The line was long, and […]

Lessons Learned At The Turkey Trot

Lessons Learned At The Turkey Trot

My eight-year-old daughter Sarah inspired my socks off yesterday. Actually, I was wearing fur-lined snowboots, but she inspired me just the same. I went to watch her participate in her school’s annual Turkey Trot with the rest of her third-grade class. Fortunately, the storm from the day before had subsided. It was still nippy out, […]

How To Ruin A Guide Dog In The Blink Of An Eye

How To Ruin A Guide Dog In The Blink Of An Eye

Just for the record, nut job drivers–red lights mean stop! They’re not optional; they’re mandatory. They’re not suggestions for some people; they apply to everyone. Those of us in the crosswalks with our children have the right-of-way. Always. Blaring your obnoxious horns at us because we slow you down by a few seconds won’t change […]

The Making Of A Young Advocate

The Making Of A Young Advocate

As my nine-year-old daughter Sarah and I walked to church recently, she asked me point blank, “Why don’t you and Daddy like Donald Trump?” The question stopped me in my tracks. Oh, let me count the ways, child, let me count the ways! But I wanted to give her a very concrete answer she could […]

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