This Is Your Autistic Brain on Grief

Actually, it’s my autistic brain on grief. So, I don’t want to presume anything about yours, nor should I. Grief, like autism, is different for everyone. But this is me. I’ve not spoken publicly about my life on the spectrum before so this is a first. It may come as a surprise to my readers…

The Walk, The Wall, or the Cliff

When I was young I believed in love. A hopeless romantic bruised by reality until, eventually, I put the notion away with other things from my childhood like the baseball mitt that I outgrew. You changed that. You, curious and sweet you, dug with me through that old box and found my old baseball mitt…

23 Days — A Painful Mile Marker

It’s been 23 days since my beautiful wife passed. That’s the longest amount of time I’ve ever gone without seeing my sweet girl, without kissing her good morning, without kissing her goodnight, without holding her hand under the covers as we went to sleep. Each day beyond this will be a new “longest time”, but…

How To Find A Soulmate In 3 Easy Steps

I never believed in soulmates. I thought that was romantic nonsense and anyone who ached to meet theirs was in for a long and lonely wait with lots of really bad relationships strewn on the path behind them. I always believed that a good relationship, a fulfilling relationship, was nothing more than lots of hard…