Dear Me: One day you’ll be a badass goddess momma bear
A Letter to My Little Self By Keri Bowers Circa 1965… The yellow bus squealed to a halt. As the doors flung open, the…
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…
Dear Younger Me, Are you lost and overwhelmed with all of the medical mumbo-jumbo, and exceptionally long diagnosis essentially saying, “Your child has autism.”…
To my 25-year old self on the day I receive my diagnosis, I know you have a lot emotions going through your head right…
Being autistic is not about living in a vacuum, sucking in everything around you, living in an existence shutout from your environment. If anything,…
Written on Kevin’s 21st birthday. By Debra Muzikar Dear Younger Me, It’s 1997. As you sit in the neurologist’s office watching 3-year old Kevin…