The Gently Fading Flowers

I loved all my wives, even my betrayer, my wayward Eve—and consider it a blessing that God saw fit to take them before our love could fade. 

Sonny Boy

Kevin sat in the dark, listening.  In the dark he was hearing everything he’d ever wanted to hear and what music it was.  The heady wine of victory made him swoon.

Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty

I woke up feeling very small.  It’s true, I was not a big or intimidating guy on any day in any weather, but today it felt different.  We’d had a fight.  I don’t remember much of it, but my girlfriend was beside herself after SCOTUS announced its decision—something everyone had seen coming, I reminded her.  I’d said she didn’t need to worry—that I’d always take care of her and that, somehow, is when fireworks started (and not the Star Spangled Banner kind).  

Patchwork Girl

One of the things that both research, and some women on the spectrum themselves have observed is fluidity or inconsistency in how they relate to the world. When I started reading some women’s self-descriptions of that trait, I thought, “that’s me!”

ASD and Me: Girl on the Spectrum

I realized I was likely on the spectrum in my early thirties.  I was watching a T.V. news show that had a segment about a boy who didn’t recognize emotions or facial expressions very well.  That struck a chord with me.  It would lead me to find out about Asperger’s Syndrome.  Amidst already scarce resources…

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