After the divorce, we moved to Mobile, AL where my mother would go back to school. We lived on campus, in a house with a sagging porch. The once white exterior was gray and and chipped, the wood splintering in places from years of neglect. When you walked in there was a small living room … Continue reading *Mobile, AL 1993 – 1994
My mother was diagnosed with Asperger's when I was in my late 20's- before she had been diagnosed with manic depression/ bi-polar disorder. I could only find a handful of articles/ discussions which address the topic but they are surface level at best. There are not any scientific articles or researched based theories on the … Continue reading *NT Child of an Asperger Parent
We moved to another home in Ocean Springs, MS and many things happened. I went to a YMCA summer camp. We would sneak past the property line when the camp counselors were not looking. One day we found a pile of tiny diary keys next to a rotted burlap sack deep in the woods. We … Continue reading *Another new house 1992 – 1993
We moved out of the apartment building and into a single-family home in Ocean Springs. The house had bars on the windows and sat on top of a hill in a cul-de-sac, it felt like a fortress. We had a large yard and the woods ran deep behind our neighborhood. This house was larger than … Continue reading *New house, New school 1991 – 1992
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December 25, 2015 I used to hate her and now I want to protect her. I have some painful memories to share. My lens was that of a teenager. I did suffer things a child never should. But these days I want to understand what my childhood meant, how the hell I turned out so … Continue reading *Reflections on my mother
It's such an odd sensation, writing my grandmother’s last name on the envelope. The same last name as me. I write people’s names all the time but none that link me to them. As I wrote our last name down on the envelope it was as if I could smell her apple dumplings cooking in … Continue reading Letter to grandma