Slave to the Autism.

At 15 , my Summers were full of sunbathing with friends on trampolines, bike riding, and trips to my best friend's cabin in Gaylord. ...

My parents died in 2017, following a rapid decline in health the year prior. Maybe someday I'll tell you more about that. But for n...

I am both alive and dead at the same time. My existence is poetry written by an unknown hand, whipping me through time in erratic crests and...

Everyone is a 'little bit' autistic. No. They. Are. Not. He enters the front door, steps aside and closes the door, shuffling of...

About ten years ago, my husband and I had traveled to Ohio for a wedding while leaving our son (who was one at the time) with his sister and...

I lived nineteen years with a person I never knew.  When I was sixteen (and he was 29) most of our interactions consisted of both of our eye...

All of the desks formed an arc around the room, facing a wooden lecturn in the center.  This room had only one exit, a door in the corner, t...