my autism and a toxic career choice

Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.

your ashes

Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world

the hazards of not knowing the mind

The impact of Mom's death - the sudden absence of a person who's always been in my life (and strongly influenced my actions) continues to upend my expectations.

the last thing i could bring you

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 →

progress!

I finally accomplished clearing off my work table today! It's taken six months, slowed by a lot of tumult, but I'm ready to paint. I gave up 12" of counter space in hopes of keeping Prissy off of my work... who am I kidding. Off course she leapt straight onto the table from on high. … Continue reading progress! →

how I feel today

I don’t have the bandwidth, train wreck. By Leslee & Midjourney with help from Goya’s legacy.

spectrum mind, running in many directions

How I observe "Spectrumicity" in other folks.

out with it! being psychic and alien.

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.