Dancing with Your Future Self

Ghosts and vampires, Picnic table ants, Memories both good and bad. Scary monsters, Sexy witch or nurse, Dressing for lives we never had. Halloween candy’s Long gone by ten. Wear your costume anyway. No one’s watching, But your future selves. Be your own fun today! Hello, Friends! I wanted to add a note to this little poem-post to say thank you. Your support of my … Continue reading Dancing with Your Future Self

In Color, a poem of the atypical

She doesn’t know what she wants to be named, only that the tea-stained name she’s heard over decades of being talked at doesn’t fit. She’s a survivor but her feelings get purple sometimes. She sees in color what others only hear. Words are rainbow realities. And she’s confused for a moment when In a casual conversation They say “now you understand” Because she understood before. … Continue reading In Color, a poem of the atypical

Autism in Females

This isn’t a long post. Just want to share a helpful link. If you have questions about female autism, this person has created a wonderful resource. I suggest you check it out. Understanding Autism in Women Medically reviewed by Dannell Roberts, PhD, BCBA-D — Written by Corinne O’Keefe Osborn and Alina Sharon — Updated on April 18, 2025 https://www.healthline.com/health/autism-in-women#general-symptoms This life is yours. Use all available resources. Continue reading Autism in Females

Butterscotch Banana Dessert Recipe

This recipe makes a sweet dessert. It’s higher in sugars than I’d like, but it does have some healthy benefits (bananas) – and the taste is top-notch! Note: Butterscotch Bananas have some things in common with Bananas Foster. But I can’t be the only one who doesn’t want to set their kitchen on fire. Also, I like the taste doing it my way, with my … Continue reading Butterscotch Banana Dessert Recipe

Shifting, a poem of hope

Shifting Ajune’s past was scratched off and abandoned, an old snake’s skin left to decay on the couch. Free of old fears, unblinded eyes registered the beauty of the moment as each box filled. Youth is moved through trembling fingers, shifting innocence from the present into the past. The ones who should shelter and care, instead crumple pictures and faces, turning away. The last scene … Continue reading Shifting, a poem of hope