With my typing I hope to build ramps over fear of imperfection. ~Sarah
Raising hope
I use hope for a springboard to leap from places that attract laziness and powerlessness to a height for futures never imagined for a person like me. Hope presses against my autism to let Sarah shine forth. Hope troops along through stop signs. Hope is my leader out of a world that too often turns […]
My body edits not
My body edits not. It goes places by itself without listening to me. To be in a rude body is awful. ~Sarah
New Sarah
A time I love is when summer walks are taking us places away from our own home and habits. I love my own home, but I can forget the old Sarah who is often boring and become Sarah who lives in another house we pass. This new Sarah might be older and be a great […]
Rays of hope
New days are new opportunities for a winner to extend yesterday. Past is dark. Wake up, sleepy Sarah! Rays of hope are peaking through your window. Win! ~Sarah
Voices
Writing is powerful, but speaking is personal. Playful, teasing, and loving words are spoken with good friends, and typed words seem stiff. But I love to type since it is my only voice. ~Sarah
Posing as normal
Your expectation that people with differences should strive to be normal is a problem. The sadness is we will fail trying to be you. We will either displease you or be imposters. ~Sarah
Keep a journal
Keep a daily journal and, after it gets cold, find the best seeds from it to grow your prose. ~Sarah
A silly cake toast
Pleased, on a day too hot to be outside, to bake a pound cake with Mom. Dad loved plain pound cake, so our whole family will think of him when we enjoy it tomorrow on his special day. Praying he knows we think about him always. He will not blow out candles, but we have […]
Autism at gatherings
I love joining family fun, but sometimes my ears hurt. With voices and laughter and noise comes an echoing hurt that makes me feel dizzy and confused. The sounds echo and then join more sounds that expand and bombard me until I feel jumpy. With autism being at gatherings people forget I am hurting and […]