I always liked the photo of the three pumpkins. The original print has those fluted edges common to photos of the 1950s. I didn’t realize for many years that the middle pumpkin was the only one with an unhappy face.
As much as my book, ‘My Brother Michael’ is about my big brother Mike, it is also about how his condition (autistic, low functioning, nonverbal) affected me and our family. It is slightly embarrassing reading this, years after I wrote it, but it is also important to acknowledge autism’s role in the family environment.
Looking at this picture of me today, I believe I was dressed in a Halloween costume. For the life of me, I can’t remember what I was supposed to be. It looks like I’m sneaking off somewhere, in disguise. I wouldn’t have thought to do that (I only tried that once), since I needed to […]
Trigger warning: When I wrote this, I was using the parlance of the 1950s. No disrespect is intended.