Tag: memoir
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So I wrote my younger self a letter
What if the #ghost/#monster in my #childhood bedroom was just #future me thinking so intently about my childhood self that I projected myself backward to him, to #support him in his childhood #isolation? Anyway, I wrote my #childself a #letter. (It’s kind of sad, but also extremely not-sad, even #uplifting… you’ll see!)
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On My Palestinian Flag, Part 2, Tucson Edition
How about a few moments of joy I’ve experienced in the last few weeks resulting from the Palestinian flag I’ve got on my house? It *is* meaningful, and I’m so thankful I have it up.
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Home Again: or, What is this feeling?!
I made it Home. As in, I made it back to this place I’d made my Home. But what even is ‘Home’ to someone who didn’t grow up with that?
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Actually Autistic Moment of the Day: “of”
One of my earliest memory-fragments, puzzling over the spelling of ‘of’ versus the sound of ‘of’. It makes a lot more sense on this side of realizing I’m actually autistic.
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What I’d tell my younger ‘autistic’ self now
Things I’d tell my younger ActuallyAutistic self: basically, they’re right, and the empowerment of acceptance.
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Dancing with Britney Alone
If I were ever to tell a story at a Moth Story Night, this is the story I’d tell right now.
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This nervy tree just tried to brain me!
A Black Walnut tree tries to bludgeon me *to death*(!), though I thwarted the dastardly deed at the last moment. Gripping suspense! Also, Horace’s run-in with a tree.
Another Neurodivergent Queer Writes A Blog! 