Life after neurodiverse love is like being in the eye of the hurricane. My life is whirling at warp speed but I'm standing at the still center. If you know the feeling, then you’ll recognize the moment where I find myself now. I'm on the threshold of a new life after...
I only wish it was that simple. It would be great to slap a “gone fishing” sign on my front door and hightail it to SFO. But preparing to live and write in Basel Switzerland for six weeks is like training to run a marathon. So much to do. My stress is stressing me...
What if your Valentine is Autistic? Love is funny. I mean funny weird not funny “ha-ha.” I’ve been married for three years, but it feels like forever. That’s partly because of the way Covid lockdown warped our sense of time. But mostly it’s because my husband is on...
I wish I could love as dogs love, without judgement or demands, without expectations. Dogs love “unconditionally,” in self-help parlance. We’re dog sitting for a twelve-year-old Golden doodle named Abby while her owners are on vacation. She’s got reddish blond curly...
Facebook recently reminded me that my newly minted husband and I have been “friends” for seven years. It made me laugh. I think of him as my best friend – yet you couldn’t find two more opposite personalities. How on earth did this happen? No technology glitch or...
Scott Peck says in The Road Less Traveled that love is not a feeling. It’s an action. I show my love for the cats by the things I do each day, like cleaning the freakin’ litter boxes. Every morning, two littler boxes, very fragrant. Made pristine before I leave for...