The last thing I could bring you. Photo by Leslee Hare The last thing I could bring you wilted before you left. You smiled and I cried even though I still believed that you’d be coming home. Soon. I didn’t know flowers were not allowed inside the MICU. I’m glad I didn’t care and relieved … Continue reading the last thing i could bring you
I don’t have the bandwidth, train wreck. By Leslee & Midjourney with help from Goya’s legacy.
This image approaches what I "saw" when Ellie shared a color wheel spectrum.
This post was first published on Sept 15, 2015, under the title "Things I haven't Shared Before Now," on the Spirit Train Chronicles site. I've edited it mildly. Previously, I had been reserving, for the STC site, posts that discussed my more unconventional traits and experiences.
the pandemic suits my craziness
Fear and I have a dog-and-bone relationship. I'm so grateful I didn't chip that stupid mutt.
July 2020 will ring in my memory for a while. Not because of COVID-19, protests, elections, or wildfires. On July 7, a video chat announced that I'd lost my job. For the third time in four years, unemployed. My inner liberty bell rang — time to quit trying. The job-loss showed me how deeply Autism* … Continue reading writing — because i can
It was one of those days... and this is what it's like. I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the screen, trying to remember what I need to do next. I’ve got 5 CAD files open, trying to integrate Interior Design with Architecture. It’s a project that’s been going on for 2 years, with starts … Continue reading brain fog panic