Dear Joc: you are not meant to be a chameleon
I remember just standing there asking why it had to be me. Joanna was the only person outside of my home I had ever…
I remember just standing there asking why it had to be me. Joanna was the only person outside of my home I had ever…
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…
By Debra Muzikar Yesterday I had the opportunity to ask Dr. Stephen Shore some questions about his recent appointment to the Board of Directors…
Picking up a paint brush does not mean I’m super human. I’m not an alien hybrid nor am I a gift from God. I’m…
A Letter to My Little Self By Keri Bowers Circa 1965… The yellow bus squealed to a halt. As the doors flung open, the…
I look down at my hands and they look like fragile crepe paper. There are lines all around my eyes and silver streaks of…
By Angela Weddle To my 19 year old self after quitting college, I want you to know that you are not a failure. You…
by Debra Muzikar I wrote this blog in 2014 and we have some newer blogs about what is streaming on Netflix as of April…
