A figure dances and waits in the moonlight for her companion.
Students like myself with autism don’t have a learning disability. We have a learning difference.
Despite the influence of family and culture, we retain the power to choose our perspectives.
A narrator explores unfulfilled aspects of herself through alternate realities and dimensions.
Trauma can create a harrowing perspective.
A call for personal reflection on one’s privilege.
How much control do we really have in our lives?
Moments of observation and epiphany, captured in a series of short poems.
If only you could see my perspective of you.
A brief overview of Nietzsche’s theory of perspectivism.
This is self care, I tell myself.
She is my tormentor––and my loyal companion.
Time puts everything in perspective.
Autumn leaves offer a child a new perspective on her father.
Rain engulfs. Cleanses. Erases.
