Wistful
I took the photo below last time I in Burbank. It is a view looking down past my stomach at my grandson William. He is not old enough to be wistful, he just wanted to go outside. I, on the other hand was feeling pangs…
I took the photo below last time I in Burbank. It is a view looking down past my stomach at my grandson William. He is not old enough to be wistful, he just wanted to go outside. I, on the other hand was feeling pangs…
Did you ever have a time when you couldn’t identify a feeling? With me, sometimes it manifests itself in being crabby to everyone. When I do have an unidentifiable feeling, I try to reason it out. I ask myself, “When was the last time you ate?” or “Did you get enough sleep last night?” Depending on […]
With great displacement comes great responsibility – to coin a phrase. I haven’t painted that much recently. Since Joy and I relocated to a relative’s house, it hasn’t been my top priority, nor do I have a regular place to paint. When I do paint, I check to make sure I’m not in the way; I […]
Original and modified mission I really don’t want my blog to turn into a diary of my daily life. I must keep reminding myself of my original mission, which was to address all aspects of autism and mental health; my personal experience with autism as a sibling of a low functioning, autistic individual; family relationships, and related […]