Holiday Present No relatives, no noise, no tree, just me and three Italian Greyhounds. Since my wife disappeared just
Remembering. As a person with Asperger’s the sights and sound of the Holiday Season did not bring joy, peace and
Really sensitive to sounds and bright lighting the Holiday Season has always sent me into sensory overload. Since childhood, I remember
How Asperger’s altered my professional, personal and emotional existence. As I sit typing and reminiscing, two failed marriages and a
Money was never plentiful in our house and on occasions nonexistent. I won’t get into the detail, but I needed
Getting along great in the culinary arts class was one thing. Still, I was a dismissal, failure in everything else.
I’d finally found something I was good at. The process of preparing and arranging plates and platters of food was my thing.