Walking Backwards with a Backpack of Bricks*

One of the difficulties of being a "high functioning" autistic is that it is in a way an invisible disability.  For most people, when they look at someone like me, they see a "normal" person.  Because they see a person that seems to act just like them, it makes it hard to understand when things... Continue Reading →

With A Heavy Heart…

On January 31, I got the phone call that you always dread, at the what I've been dreading for nearly 10 years- that call at 4 in the morning.  Long story short, I learned that my father had died.  As Daniel and I got ready to fly from Minnesota to Michigan, I left a text... Continue Reading →

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