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.

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 […]

Lessons Learned From Canned Goods

Lessons Learned From Canned Goods

After a big shopping trip to stock the pantry, my daughter Sarah and I sat on the kitchen floor one Saturday afternoon marking canned goods in braille. I felt overwhelmed by the dozens of cans that needed to be labeled and put away, which led to a few sharp jabs from my conscience. My little […]

Thorny Devil: The ‘Grooves’ of Motherhood

Thorny Devil: The ‘Grooves’ of Motherhood

I got a late start as a mom. My little girl was born when I was in my mid-thirties. When I show up at her school for classroom parties and field day events, some of her friends think I’m her grandma. The fact that many of their mothers are almost young enough to be my […]

Oh, Gnats! – The Disabled Parenting Fishbowl

Oh, Gnats! – The Disabled Parenting Fishbowl

My nine-year-old daughter Sarah burst through the front door and shoved her soft-sided lunchbox into my lap full force, right on top of the braille book I was proofreading. “Mom! Bugs flew out at me! I opened the zipper, and a cloud of bugs just poofed out at me!” “What? Wait, what?” I set aside […]

To The Thief Who Stole My Sunglasses

To The Thief Who Stole My Sunglasses

You, with the sticky fingers. I’m sure you don’t remember me. We never met face to face. You slipped up behind me while I was chatting with a fellow writer at a conference twenty-one years ago. Without a sound, you snagged the $65 pair of sunglasses out of the purse under my chair. I never […]

The Ugly Duckling Cake

The Ugly Duckling Cake

My family and I were invited to have Easter dinner with some close friends. We had been asked to bring dessert, so I set out to make a chocolate pound cake the day before. Simple enough. I’ve baked zillions of cakes over the years—baking is something I do for fun. But luck wasn’t with me […]

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