In about 2 hours’ time, it will be exactly 2 years since my mom died in my arms. As I sit here I am ruminating on why it is that my grief seems to have taken a 2-year sabbatical to return uninvited for what only can be described an opportunity to experience the last 11 days I spent with my mom, again, only this time, in an intensely raw, lack of distraction kind of way. Let me be clear here, I mean that in the most literal sense. Starting January 1 st, I awoke with the weigh

The night before the election, or what I shall refer to as "the before time" I was on a group zoom call with some fellow autistic &...