Music

Bittersweet is My Favorite Word

I’ve always felt that I am biding my time. When I say “I’ve always felt”, I mean as far back as I can remember. Like the things I was seeing and experiencing in my life were not the whole shebang.  There was another place I was living and operating . . . almost.

Cracked glass

A Song of Hope, A Man Abused

Be me, an unknowingly-autistic man.  Put yourself in my shoes. I managed school. Literature and English language were a bit of an issue, though.  I

A mother kissing her child's nose.

Parenting the Autism Spectrum: A Love Song

It’s the parochial archetype. Crisp white linens absorb the gentle breeze and filtered sunshine as they flutter lazily from a clothesline, the starkness a deep

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