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 […]Read More Acquainted with Mr. Murphy
🍌🌙Many short videos. Bits of short attention span videos. Hope they all load for you. 🍌🌙Read More From mask to mask and other videos to stim on
.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 […]Read More Covid 19 sadness. Restless..
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 […]Read More Detransition-My Child’s Journey With Identity
Here is the link to this blog https://the-art-of-autism.com/manifesting-our-reality-through-wish-boards/Read More Manifesting reality through wish boards
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?Read More (UPDATE: she was found) Help Find Daisy-lost in New Orleans
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 […]Read More Balancing Funny with Not-So-Funny (mourning a tree like the over sensitive person I am)
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, […]Read More My Podcast Episode 37 at Different Brains Spectrumly Speaking
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 […]Read More In Progress, An Unfinished Church
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 […]Read More You Never See It Coming
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 […]Read More Prompt: Disobey
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 […]Read More On Curiosity
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 […]Read More power of words
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.Read More I Learned This from Gelsey
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 […]Read More Dumb Meme. New Work.
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 […]Read More A Few Hours At The Mall
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 […]Read More The Words We Speak and 7 Things To Never Say to a Selective Mutism Sufferer
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 […]Read More Tinsled Rhetoric
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 […]Read More Some things to smile about (or…having a rich varied thought life:)
It’s a mix of longing, yearning, nostalgia, or wistfulness for a home of the past.Read More You can’t go home again, can you?
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………Read More FOUR A’s: Appreciated Allies, Art, and Adaptations
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.Read More OLIVER SACKS On The Move
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 […]Read More Collecting New Associations
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 that this would cut out a very stimulating part of his day. He’d been walking through the door at home, exploding with pent up overstimulation! And he was threatening to his siblings and cutting himself too. She was not agreeing to ANYTHING we proposed.Read More Autism Through My Lens
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 […]Read More Recollecting
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.Read More Mrs. Weed’s Peculiar Life
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 but not so different, really.Read More Contemplating Bad News or What I Learned About Life By Being An Artist
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.
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 […]Read More Spread It Like Fertilizer
“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 essence silently communicates itself to you and reflects your own essence back to you.” ― Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s PurposeRead More Help Me Appreciate How Awesome This Is
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 […]Read More Kid Things and Adult Reflection
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 […]Read More Art, Auties, a Call For Submissions, and a Catawampus Tilted Brain
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 […]Read More We are all a part of the landscape
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 […]Read More Here on Earth 12/18/14, Truth Trumps Fiction
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 […]Read More The Art of Forgiving
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 […]Read More Childhood Reminiscing, What IS “Conventional” Anyway?
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 […]Read More A BLOG ABOUT ____________ .
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 […]Read More Note to the Child Me
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 […]Read More Contemplation on Dead Greyhounds and Women’s Rights; Ultimately Life Lessons
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 […]Read More Being a positive deviant who steps around the burning goat poop
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, […]Read More Despair and quoting from my favorite book of meditations