What's wrong with me? I lose my footing, in here.' He touched his head. 'When a neuro-typical looses their footing, they yell or escape to the TV, or maybe the doctor throws them on depression meds. But when I slip, I fall all the way through. I feel...
How easy it was to slip through the cracks alongside him. To fall in the very same trap I had committed to free him from.
Frightened that you'll be overcome by yourself? That a gentle monster inside of you might take over and never let go?
The moment was surreal. A sometimes-autistic young man with two identities lecturing a room full of zombies on feelings and realities.
We're all here. We're close to the truck, and we met Kenton, a fine citizen of Salem. We rescued Izzy and found our way through a very sad darkness, dangers that we knew from Izzy's Orion interpretation would be waiting for us. We're definitely on th...
No, no. Not a genius. This is like what reading is like for you. You look at the squiggles and loops, and the puzzle opens until suddenly nothing means something, something more than the sum of the parts, right? I see one hunk of metal and then anoth...
Names are important, you know
Wanting and wishing are very different
My world had become his, or his mine; it was hard to say
We are often reminded how peaceful our world has become, a world without a police force or prison, where crimes and uprisings have nearly disappeared. But we’ve paid a price. The emotional root of all conflict — fear, anger, love, especially love...
I slowly climbed the porch steps while wondering, what exactly did Elias know about my life in London; what precisely was wrong with his mind... And what was the heaviest item in my bag.
