Our last hug
A poem on the last hug with a loved one
I hate that radical acceptance is the invitation
An excerpt from Still Here: A Poetry Memoir of Grief & Love.
wise people say
radical acceptance
is a healing
How are you doing?
i used to hate
when someone
asked me
“how are you doing?”
neurotypicals decided
that’s how we say hi
The shape I no longer fit
A little poem about choosing to heal
A little sand and soul
The quiet grief of letting them become
The sound of safety
Small signs of healing in a neurodivergent home
You can't shortcut survival
The reality of learned protection
Before curiosity
A poem about the invitation before we’re ready for curiosity
A truth is easing into view
Turning 43 and nodding yes
Who they wanted me to be
A short poem on untangling the stories people hand us about ourselves