The Autistic Time Traveller

Aubrey felt the cool mist of the early fall breeze cross her neck. She’d bundled up before leaving her small apartment, taking the stairs down and out into the late morning of the city. With the wet sidewalk greeting her feet, she stopped for a small …

The Accidental Autistic

My first memory was holding the hand of my Grandmother Catherine at a train station in Chicago. The warmth of her hand stood in contrast with the chilly, rainy day. I remember the crunch of the rocks under my shoes as we stood together beside the tra…

Walking in the Autistic Eye of the Storm

I remember the acrid smell of something broken. Salty, sour, it permeated the Gulf Coast air like the scent of some fading electrical fire or burnt gunpowder perhaps. A battle between sky, sea and land with humans in the crucible. Looking out across a nearly empty motel parking lot, broken glass dully shone in the […]