Educating Educators About Adult Autistics’ Journeys in Art or Getting the ducks in a row

I was in Boston and again did not make it to the cemeteriesūüė°‚ĚóÔłŹ But I was at the Hynes Center for DADD Showcase: Expressions of Neurodiversity in Art Panel and exposition Thursday, (April 20, 2017.)  After showing there, 4 of my paintings are moving on to AANE. Some will be reproduced in creative centerpieces, on […]

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Having A Walmart Brain

Above: This is an example of a 25 hundred dollar mirror with superb “psyche” tilt. That’s an actual term. Below: a French Budoir mirror (Etsy). And Below: WalMart mirror. Functional simplicity.  There are some grand sounding words associated with mirrors. For instance:  gadrooning (leaves, flowers, birds, etc. carved on the frame),  psyche (the mechanism that […]

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Interpretting White Roses

salus in ardunis sancte et sapienter Alice In Wonderland Syndrome…(or as it’s also called: Todd’s Syndrome or Lillipution Hallucinations) sounds made-up but it’s a very real¬†condition. ¬†People seem fine optically, but they have weird visual perceptions. They have what’s termed a “rare form of migraine” (migrainous ischemia?). All of their senses are strangely distorted. The […]

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Interview With a Fellow Aspergian

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†This blog is in honor of both “National Library Week” (April 13th to 19th) and “Asperger Awareness Month” (April); although designated weeks and months are hardly reasons¬†to blog about¬†e-mails received quite “out of the blue” from interesting people who’ve actually read ALL of my blogs. I assure you readers, […]

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it’s that month again, here’s what I’ve been up to, in part

the infamous puzzle piece? Yeah I know, it’s very cliche ¬† Here’s what I’ve been up to: (Keep in mind there are several links on this blog. Don’t forget to come back and read the rest…Or click them when you finish reading…) The above link is from a “neurodivergent” sister site on wordpress who […]

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Loss of A Dear Friend, Zsolt Megai

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†Please don’t be put off by the length of this. I’m not sure how long it will roll on; but I’ve lost a dear friend so here goes. ¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† It was October of 2007 when I first met Zsolt Megai. My husband had died in 2005 and The Ct […]

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She asked me, How does Aspergers feel? Read my book Under The Banana Moon or start by reading this blog

  I noticed a message in my facebook inbox. A person affiliated with a selective mutism awareness group asked me a question that should’ve been easy for me to answer. She said, “What does it feel like to have aspergers?” I was surprised at how difficult it was for me to reply to her. After […]

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Acts Of Kindness and the HEART

My grandmother died when I was about 13 years old. It’s the last thing I expected even though she was nearly 90. (Or was she in her 90s? Memory fades that detail…) To a child, death only happens to other people; not to people you know. It was a special relationship. I was mute most […]

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Relating to Robots

I was sitting in a chair facing the hallway corridor at the local hospital when I heard a voice. A female one. “Your delivery has arrived. ” … Who IS that? So I was in the waiting room of the cardiologist office, waiting for them to call me into a room and get a heart […]

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Resistance To Change

After our house was remodeled to handicap specifications, I had had it with workers in the house! My husband’s condition worsened, he died, and the last thing I wanted to do was keep up with repairs, because that meant having workers in the house again. So for years I let things go, no more visiting […]

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Inside My Head Again

Soothing Places… Some places leave vivid etchings on our memories. When we close our eyes and drift…we’re almost there again. ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† I was about 8 years old. There were crayfish to trap and study in Grandma’s Brook. I never saw more than one claw of the crayfish I named ‚ÄėCrab With The Big Green Claw,‚Äô […]

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Under The Banana Moon

It is a determined process. The writing of a book. The completion of the book. I have done this. I also had a long process of acquiring an agent, but it happened. If you have enjoyed this blog I dare you to read my labor of love and tell me what you really think of […]

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Dog Walking As an Exercise In Art Appreciation

The sidewalk I stand on is most common: pitted, crumbling around the edges, cracked, with the common faced weeds of suburban blight sprouting between those cracks. ¬†Between a “rock and a hard place,” yeah. Empty lots, exhaust-bathed roadsides and overpass embankments are breeding grounds for “weeds,” which are defined as undesirable, unattractive, or troublesome, especially […]

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C’s Quest Toward Sophrosyne

¬†¬†¬†¬† Let me tell you a story about someone seeking happiness. We’ll call him C. “C” felt suicidal and he even concocted plans. He would slash his wrists and lay down in the tub so as not to create too much mess for whomever found him. C thought maybe pills would be less messy. Yeah, […]

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A Kinship; A Means of Communication

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† Growing up, I never bothered looking at people long enough to see them as anything other than blurry models out of Matisse paintings; jumbled but interesting. I especially hated pictures of relatives hanging on walls. You could never ever avoid their staring eyes. I’d have to dash past them. I […]

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