discovering autism

In 850 words or less, that's my life until I learned, at age 56, that I'm autistic.

chasing fear

Fear and I have a dog-and-bone relationship. I'm so grateful I didn't chip that stupid mutt.

New Short – Allie’s Roses

I've got a new short story, Allie's Roses. Blending the paranormal with one little girl's summer in the Deep South of the 60's, its POV also shares glimpses of an autistic girl's rich inner world. You can read it here, on my Short Story pages: https://wp.me/P87h0A-7p

56 & spectrum

Do I look Autistic? I know, maybe that's in poor taste. Do I look Southern? Or chronically ill? When we pass someone on the street, or reconnect with an old friend, how can we know what they're going through, if they don't tell us? Most of us know we need to tell people when there's … Continue reading 56 & spectrum →