Healing Journey

  • Autistic

    I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading

  • Scars

    The scars of life run so very deep. It’s hard to remember them, hard to sit with that pain. The moments of quiet are beautiful, though, and moments of love revisited are to be cherished. How beautiful true love feels… Continue reading