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  • Acquainted with Mr. Murphy

    Acquainted with Mr. Murphy

    I feel like I haven’t blogged in so long! ((Because I haven’t.)) Some of you may know that myself, partner, and son participated in a documentary a few years ago. For our part, we spoke of the transgender experience. The docu-film isn’t through being edited and produced, but I stop and think of how different…

  • From mask to mask and other videos to stim on

    From mask to mask and other videos to stim on

    🍌🌙Many short videos. Bits of short attention span videos. Hope they all load for you. 🍌🌙

  • Covid 19 sadness. Restless..

    Covid 19 sadness. Restless..

    .my sore throat is from dust from cleaning closets. My anxiety though is from hell. I’ve not been out since Thursday. This is Sunday. I lied. I’ve gotten the mail on my porch. I’ve gone from low carb searching for ingredients like MCT oil, Miracle noodle fettuccini shirataki and Ghee to carb loading comfort French…

  • Detransition-My Child’s Journey With Identity

    As some may know, sometime in 2020, hopefully, that date is an estimate- Keri Bower’s film Desire is coming out. It’s a documentary-style film about desire and disability. It will consist of several cds, (6? 7?) and my youngest child and his girlfriend (along with interviews of myself and Al) will have one cd of…

  • Manifesting reality through wish boards

    Here is the link to this blog https://the-art-of-autism.com/manifesting-our-reality-through-wish-boards/

  • (UPDATE: she was found) Help Find Daisy-lost in New Orleans

    (UPDATE: she was found) Help Find Daisy-lost in New Orleans

    This is a response to the writing prompt by Wordpress. It’s also serious. Won’t you share Daisy’s info and help her get home to Stacy?

  • Balancing Funny with Not-So-Funny (mourning a tree like the over sensitive person I am)

    Balancing Funny with Not-So-Funny (mourning a tree like the over sensitive person I am)

    I shared these 1st two stories on my Facebook author page but I’m going to share ’em here for those who haven’t liked that page and read those stories. Walking The Dog I was traveling home from the Boston Post Road last week when I saw a young girl of 7 or 8 y/o walking…

  • My Podcast Episode 37 at Different Brains Spectrumly Speaking

    Hello all. I’ve had a productive month of ups and downs, just getting over shingles actually. I’m feeling better. I hope to post actual WRITING here soon, instead of updates. But I wanted to mention the podcast interview that aired today. Link follows this post. I’ve been doing a lot of software work, digital art,…

  • In Progress, An Unfinished Church

    In Progress, An Unfinished Church

    So I’m doing this: My glasses are taped to the sugar canister in an attempt to stretch them. I’ve been doing steady at-home close work and so I’ve been wearing them more than usual… I ended up with a swollen and very sore scalp, which is painful even to rest on a pillow. My elbows…

  • You Never See It Coming

    You Never See It Coming

    September sneaked up on me. I just had a few mini vacations: Vermont, NY, Massachusetts. And I got to walk on the beach this past summer. Now I understand that this is the last Autumn my Maple will drop leaves. It’s marked for murder. Every day the treecutters are closer and closer. September and February…

  • Prompt: Disobey

    Prompt: Disobey

    I’ve never participated in a WordPress blog prompt. The prompt is “Disobey.” Here’s my take on that. If you google it, Disobey is a music video, an apparel line, and a website for the discontented. “The Media Lab at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge will award $250,000 to an individual or a group…

  • On Curiosity 

    On Curiosity 

    My autodidactic passion for learning is perpetual. And Einstein is right. Question everything. There’s a reason for curiosity. It leads to lots of things. On that note, why would someone make curious art like this? Because they can. Because it’s cool.  Art. Here is a story about a mural I painted years ago.  The woman…

  • power of words

    power of words

    Oh the Power of Words, especially unspoken and feared ones, the ones we don’t ever want to hear, which lay coiled in wait for unguarded moments to strike. And when least expected. Unleashed, some words cut as if freshly sharpened from whetstones. And, of course, the opposite is also true:  words can be blankets. Soothing…

  • I Learned This from Gelsey

    I Learned This from Gelsey

    The man came to the edge of a cliff, and the tiger was almost upon him. Having no choice, he held on to a vine with both hands and climbed down.

  • Dumb Meme. New Work. 

    Miniature billboard-like memes with their visual messages and antecdotes…usually pop-up-style intrusive, sometimes funny, predictable purveyors of excruciatingly bad grammar, some of them trying too hard to be profound and some actually succeeding. I’ve been slack on writing the blog, keeping abreast of social media, and  this is because I’ve got 20 paintings that need to…

  • A Few Hours At The Mall

     I want to be a bit of both walnut tree and a bit oceanic hot vent fish. Why can’t I be a mix between the two? I’ll explain in a minute what I mean by that. First this: I am not a big user of emojis although sometimes my youngest child and I will make…

  • The Words We Speak and 7 Things To Never Say to a Selective Mutism Sufferer

    Jerome Apt, a NASA astronaut who flew over the Pacific Ocean in the space shuttle between 1991 and 1996 said this: “I never really believed that seventy one percent of our Earth’s surface is covered with salt water until I flew over the Pacific. Sometimes it took 35 minutes of our 90 minute orbit to…

  • Tinsled Rhetoric

    Tinsled Rhetoric

    Here it comes. Some more neurons from yours truly, firing off like ping pong balls. When I’m not enjoying the promise of Autumn with short walks to visit old paths and stones in walls I had almost forgotten, I have been compiling thoughts like so many layers of onion. Here, I peel them. I share with…

  • Some things to smile about (or…having a rich varied thought life:)

    Some things to smile about (or…having a rich varied thought life:)

    Some things that make me smile in no particular order: Planning and partaking in art projects. Generating a love for the arts and for reading. Learning new things. Reading an engaging book. Receiving feedback about my book. I received a book of cows doing yoga for Christmas from my middle son and I was dreading…

  • You can’t go home again, can you?

    You can’t go home again, can you?

    It’s a mix of longing, yearning, nostalgia, or wistfulness for a home of the past.

  • FOUR A’s: Appreciated Allies, Art, and Adaptations

    FOUR A’s: Appreciated Allies, Art, and Adaptations

    There I was, with my naturally curly hair all jumped up and soaking went and I had to leave the house. . . I turned to my 8 year old grandson and said, jokingly, “You should pick up that………

  • OLIVER SACKS On The Move

    OLIVER SACKS On The Move

    All of this creates problems of organization. I get intoxicated, sometimes, by the rush of thoughts and am too impatient to put them in the right order. But one needs a cool head, intervals of sobriety, as much as one needs that creative exuberance.

  • Collecting New Associations

    Collecting New Associations

    I’ve always liked to collect. My middle son shares this trait. Some things he is currently collecting, or has collected:  pepper shakers (not salt), traffic cones, ID/name tags, dice… I’ve collected or are currently collecting: wooden sailors, cat figurines, Buddhas, rocks, salt and pepper shakers, pens, cacti, African American figurines, crane/claw game prizes… I love…

  • Autism Through My Lens

    Autism Through My Lens

    The principal was furious! She did not care how he made his environment more tolerable on the bus, but when it came to her school, she was not willing to make allowances for him. She did not want to assign someone to be with him in the weight room, for example, even though we explained…

  • Recollecting

    Recollecting

    Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time. —H.P. Lovecraft The whole premise behind the “floating” or “illusion” or invisible” necklace, is that evenly spaced pearls, stones, and/or beads are strung along a nearly transparent nylon ‘fishing line’ which lays suspended against the throat. See image…

  • Mrs. Weed’s Peculiar Life

    Mrs. Weed’s Peculiar Life

    I watched appalled from our upstairs kitchen window as people from all over our neighborhood pulled their cars up to her vacant house and unashamedly dug up her tulip bulbs, pulled up her daffodils, dug out rose bushes, and yanked up black eyed susans and daisies.

  • Contemplating Bad News or What I Learned About Life By Being An Artist

    Contemplating Bad News or What I Learned About Life By Being An Artist

    I ponder, I recollect, I remember, I forgive, I pour over the pictures in my mind and also in my boxes and albums. Perhaps he does the same; but like the day he grabbed the shovel while I simultaneously held the potato chip bag, he gets down to the basics of things. We are different…

  • WEIRD, ISN’T IT?

    WEIRD, ISN’T IT?

    I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities. Dr. Seuss

  • Spread It Like Fertilizer

    Spread It Like Fertilizer

                A fresh faced Jack Klugman (of Quincy and Odd Couple fame) played an alcoholic horn player in an old black and white Twilight Zone episode. (Shows like Twilight Zone, Alfred Hitchcock, and Thriller can be found on the ME network). His character couldn’t get a gig at a nightclub…

  • Help Me Appreciate How Awesome This Is

    Help Me Appreciate How Awesome This Is

    “Even a stone, and more easily a flower or a bird, could show you the way back to God, to the Source, to yourself. When you look at it or hold it & let it be without imposing a word of mental label on it, a sense of awe, of wonder, arises within you. Its…

  • Kid Things and Adult Reflection

    Kid Things and Adult Reflection

    Did you know that Play-Doh was originally an all white moldable wallpaper cleaner? There was a lot of soot on the wallpaper back then. People used to make a cleaning mixture mixing flour, salt, water and some chemicals to roll up and down the wall to take off the soot. Then Kutol, an early Play-Doh…

  • Art, Auties, a Call For Submissions, and a Catawampus Tilted Brain

    Art, Auties, a Call For Submissions, and a Catawampus Tilted Brain

    Synchronicity is a funny thing. It surprises you as you go about your day to day activities. Take for example, owls. And catawampus things. The other day, I looked out over my view of the world from my living room; a short expanse of backyard, a slight hill that tapers into a tree-lined ditch which…

  • We are all a part of the landscape

               In 2001, (pre-nine eleven) when George W. Bush took office (after a close race with Gore… remember the hanging chad debacle?), dozens of computers were discovered with missing W keys. This “prank” did not extend to the West Wing, although in other areas of the White House, they were pried clean off the…

  • Here on Earth 12/18/14, Truth Trumps Fiction

    Here on Earth 12/18/14, Truth Trumps Fiction

    My librarian told me a story recently as I checked out books (two of which I would read all the way through with sustained interest, one that I would happily be engrossed with and the fourth I would end up returning after reading ten pages).  One of the books I checked out (the one I…

  • The Art of Forgiving

    The Art of Forgiving

    When I was expecting my third child, I wanted to name her Georgiana; George or Georgie for short… but my spouse didn’t care for the name. So she was named Kerry. But since she is transgender, he wants to be called Silis. What’s in a name? Uranus wasn’t always Uranus. The astronomer William Herschel discovered…

  • Childhood Reminiscing, What IS “Conventional” Anyway?

    Childhood Reminiscing, What IS “Conventional” Anyway?

    me, what a looker! my mother and I, She kept the bathing suit. I still have it, (the red and white striped bikini) —the elastic is shot but I still have it. Matter of fact, I think, 49 yrs. later, my father still has that brown shirt blowing on the line! I’m not kidding. My…

  • A BLOG ABOUT ____________ .

    A BLOG ABOUT ____________ .

                             The process of blog writing has to start with a thought. Letters, words form, then sentence by sentence by sentence the thoughts become paragraphs. There’s a little loop like a curl; a threadlike line hanging off the last word in my last paragraph inside my head; so carefully…

  • Note to the Child Me

    NOTE TO MY CHILD SELF                 I’m an adult with sensory sensitivities and diagnoses of both Aspergers and selective mutism. I remember what it was like to be a child with those challenges. At the time, I thought that because I was so different from everyone else that I must have be an alien dropped…

  • Contemplation on Dead Greyhounds and Women’s Rights; Ultimately Life Lessons

    Some people are surely meant to be in our lives, but not necessarily to be in them for a lifetime. I think of course of those people in my own life who came and went on in death before I would’ve liked. My spouse left three children whose ages were 23, 14 and 9. I…

  • Being a positive deviant who steps around the burning goat poop

    Being a positive deviant who steps around the burning goat poop

    We have always lived in a world where the possibility exists that goat manure piles (of poop) can spontaneously combust. It happens, spreading fire and amusement and stench. I bring this up because I don’t fully understand the scientific aspects of spontaneous combustion, suffice to say heat and methane probably play a part but I…

  • Despair and quoting from my favorite book of meditations

    Despair and quoting from my favorite book of meditations

    There’s a word for the sound of wind blowing through the trees, which incidentally happens to be one of my pet sounds: “psithurism.” (That’s the word.) I can’t however, attain any psithurism presently because I’m in the house. I hope to be outside later, even if it’s just to eat at my picnic table…That said,…