Snowmelt & Sun
A Change in the Air
This is the fourth consecutive year I've written a "year in books" blog post, and 2020 is the weirdest of them all. This year (ugh, this year) has been wild, devastating, excruciating, depressing, anxiety-inducing, heartbreaking... We've all lost so much. Where I live, the library was closed--CLOSED--for a long period of time. So if I… Continue reading 2020 in Books
Waves, Turtles, & the Sound of Water As you can see, I've decided to add an element to this ongoing series: I'm going to write up any new By the Water entries on my typewriter, scan the page, and upload the post as a photo. It feels more organic to me, and I hope will… Continue reading By the Water: Entry 2
Every day, I walk around a lake near my house. I am often overwhelmed, surprised, and enlivened by the birds, geese, ducks, herons, turtles, wind, water, rocks, waves, neighborhood cats, dogs, preteens, and all other manner of Nature and Wild Things that cross my path. I would like to sporadically share what I gain from… Continue reading By the Water: Entry 1
My recent autism and ADHD diagnoses have prompted some intense reprocessing of my own memories and lived experiences. It's like sitting in the chair at the eye doctor, and a new lens is flipped down. Suddenly, everything is clearer. Through the lens of neurodiversity, many things about me and my life make a lot more… Continue reading Why I Write: Through a Neurodiverse Lens
Even after hitting "Publish" on this post, I still don't know how I feel about the title statement. How it's worded, I mean. The ideas it represents are absolutely true. On November 9, 2020, I was assessed as having met criteria for Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) and attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). In other words (and maybe… Continue reading I’m Autistic. (And I have ADHD.)
In an effort to process all that has happened in the past months, I collected and recorded what I'm calling Mantras for 2020.
Feeling stuck? Need some inspiration? Check out a nearly 400-year-old artist's statement by Japanese haiku master Matsuo Bashō and some reflections on how uplifting his thoughts and words are.
Where do dystopian and post-apocalyptic genre fiction stand when the external world looks worse than the stories?