It was him, thirty years too old, twenty pounds too light, & forty watts too dim maybe, but him.
Telegraph AvenueChoices create our map as we travel toward the new reality we are creating ~
Old Maggie's Spirit WhispersThe machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.
Poor Whiteautism is more like retina patterns than measles
The Reason I Jump: The Inner Voice of a Thirteen-Year-Old Boy with Autism