Home is the place I return to
After the day’s work is done.
Hanging my coat on
The hook by the door
And leaving my troubles behind.
When I’m at home with my feet up,
I’m lost in a world of my own,
Reading some book or
Just gathering wool,
Relaxing my turbulent mind.
Rain may beat down on the windows,
Wind whistle under the eaves.
Inside these walls I
Feel cosy and warm,
In sanctuary I am enshrined.
thoughts and experiences of a young autistic woman
Autism, blended family and trying to keep together.
Commentary on human rights, conflict, teaching, life as an aspie, and whatever else strikes my fancy.
Being Mum to a teenage daughter with Aspergers
Aspergers, ADD, and Love: our family journey
books and things.
a linguistic representation of an autism
Dealing with the endless "oughts" of parenting and autism.
A spoonful of inspiration and a dash of creativity
An Autistic Dad Sharing Aloha and Advocating for a Better, More Accepting World for my Son and Autistics Everywhere.
Changing the World, One Word at a Time
Modern master of classical poetry
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
"It will take me a few more years to learn flying is not pushing away the ground" -- Andrea Gibson
Simply my take on living life as a female with Asperger's Syndrome.
Dance with me
Dance with me
For the Love of Words, Nature, and Spirituality
Aspie. Author. Advocate
parenting & autism comics
A personal exploration of autism from a brother’s perspective, including family relationships, philosophy, neuroscience, mental health history and ethics
Just another WordPress.com site
Herb Sutter on software development
My Reality Autism...x3
How we cope day to day with Aspergers in our life.
My life with Asperger's syndrome.
My Autistic Dance 
Lovely! I am looking forward to having this for myself in a few months.
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The essence of security and peace.
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