Summer-inaugural breakfast I just made myself a proper breakfast for the first time in… maybe a year? Finished my last art show (until Fall) on Saturday; Have released my late Mom’s things to the point that I can reclaim my storage space for inventory; My son’s doing okay; The cat is happy. Life is good. … Continue reading good morning, summer!
Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world
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
image generated by MidJourney AI on behalf of Leslee Hare 18 oct 2022 As recently as 2020, I still believed and behaved as if all human beings would act with morality, compassion, and fairness. Maybe that's why I fell for cult-like groups so many times in my earlier years. Somehow my Autism seemed to put … Continue reading an autistic trip through the design minefield
Last Saturday night as I fell asleep I made the request to meet with friends during dream time, hopefully aboard a "galactic lightship."
This image approaches what I "saw" when Ellie shared a color wheel spectrum.
How I observe "Spectrumicity" in other folks.
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.
In 850 words or less, that's my life until I learned, at age 56, that I'm autistic.
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