I went to one of Mike’s Christmas parties once. It was at the Elks Club. Mike wore a nice jacket. He needs a bit of help to get some snacks.
Space between brothers Maybe anger separates Maybe there’s nothing
My niece is, for intents and purposes, mute. She lies there with her eyes closed most of the time. I say her name loudly, perhaps too loudly, and she opens her eyes. They usually don’t stay open for long. From gaze, I can’t tell if she recognizes me. She is focused on the mid-distance. Her eyes are […]
I already explored two of the ways I describe my brother on this blog: Autistic, a hot topic everywhere; low functioning (formerly known as retarded), so today’s post will be about the quality of being ‘nonverbal’. There seems to be a range of verbality – a term I just coined. In ‘Jack’s scale’, which I […]
Back to the archives During the early 1990s, I visited my brother  quite a lot. At that time, I was getting reacquainted with him, learning about photography in order to capture moments with him, and learning more about the dynamics of how the other members of my family interacted. I would copy the day’s events […]