To find a time for journaling is a special bonus. Doing a journal is a peaceful time when I type whatever I wish. Often I speak about autism and how it pains me. Other times I tell about my family. Fabulous good times at holidays are memories I keep on good places to read later. […]
A quote to share with my friends ~Sarah
Are your eyes listening? That’s what needs to happen to hear my writing voice. Because of autism, the thief of politeness and friendship, I have no sounding voice. By typing words I can play with my life and stretch from my world to yours. I become a real person when my words try to reach […]
Places become holders of beauty and light up like proud parents.
Today is windy and cold, so Mom and I are cozy inside. We are cooking and reading as the wind howls and curls around our house. Ignoring the whining and blustery pest, we keep concentrating on our activities. When Rachel comes tomorrow, the wind will blow us all the way to Starbucks! Going there suits […]
God doesn’t mind autism and listens to my heart.
My Beast is a burly rescuer who pounces between my autism and your world. Pranks Beast plays drive you crazy, and even scare some, but he is my savior.
Sarah’s diamante poem about her autism and growth.
Before I found my typing voice, sadness was my best friend, and I was peaceful because I had no power. Today I am happier and less lonely. Gone is the peace because now I have opinions and wishes. No more icy wishes, but fiery, dancing dreams that could come true.
Life pushes through packed soil, around rocks, and plays in the snow sometimes. ~Sarah