I still remember the boy who spoke in storyboards and starlight, who built worlds from wonder and dreamed of saving them. I don’t know if...

I used to think we were walking the same road, two travelers carrying the same weight, seeing the same cracks in the world. It felt less...

I thought love might be enough— twenty years of reaching, twenty years of believing that if anyone could break through the mirrors, it...

Those words sit on my chest like a wet coat. They are not dramatic for me; they are accurate. Not because a stranger told me so once, but...

This isn’t a celebration post. It’s a grieving one. For everyone who’s lost in silence while the spotlight only shines on power. Not every death means the same thing. Some are tragedies. Some are signs of a deeper sickness in the system. Some are the inevitable result of a machine that thrives on cruelty. And while we’re all supposed to treat them as equal—mourn them the same, respond the same—the truth is: context matters. Power matters. And who gets heard in death says a lo

Not everything ends in a scream. Sometimes it starts in silence. With memories quietly swept away. With a story rewritten so often that the old one disintegrates beneath it. The past erased— And the erasure itself forgotten. Until the lie becomes truth. And then, one day, it shifts. Just slightly. A cold wind under a blue sky. You glance at the clock. It says thirteen. The world insists it’s always said thirteen. Then the scream begins. Not from a mouth. From a system. Online

So, let’s talk about the news that broke today. I don’t know who will read this, or how it will be judged, or what eyes will pick it apart once it leaves my hands. That’s fine. I only know that I can’t carry it silently. I need to let it out, to trace the shape of my grief in words, even if I don’t have answers. Because this is not how it should have happened. There is no healing in this. No restoration. The people who were harmed by his words, by the violence he nurtured and

Nothing Is Wrong  is what I said to survive—but every note tells the truth: storm, fracture, survival, and finally, a breath of serenity....

Update (Sept. 22): Rumors are now circulating that Donald Trump will announce folinic acid as a “cure” for autism, while doubling down on...

For me, autism isn’t outside of my art—it’s the lens itself. The way I frame the world is the way I live in it. I used to think I was...

The smallest kindnesses—turning down the volume, reminding me to eat—kept me standing when I thought I’d fall. I don’t think any of us...

A fire in the hearth, a neighbor at the door—sometimes decency is that simple. I was raised to believe something simple: if somebody’s in...

Cruelty is loud. Apathy is rampant. My rebellion is simple: keep caring, keep clear, keep human in an ordinary world.

" When you learn to “ win ” people by mirroring their desires , deflecting conflict , and flattering their egos , what you ...

Between 2019 and early 2021, I was heavily involved in the autistic self-advocacy world. I helped lead campaigns. I built platforms. I...

The Medicaid cuts are real. But the sky isn’t falling—at least not yet. Let’s talk about what’s happening, what isn’t, and why the fear...

There’s a lot of gray in care work—anyone in the field knows that. Real life doesn’t always fit cleanly into protocols. People are...

“When the world forgets how to care, doing the right thing becomes an act of rebellion." Overview Ethicism is a philosophical worldview that asserts the moral imperative of acting with conscience, care, and responsibility in a world increasingly defined by cruelty, manipulation, and moral decay. It rejects both moral relativism and nihilism, maintaining that while ethical frameworks may vary, there are foundational duties rooted in shared vulnerability, empathy, and interdepe

Art is expression—made or found—framed for meaning. Keep, display, or destroy: the framing makes it art. Nature, thought, word, feeling.

At the gate between want and can: ask WHY, draw lines, keep kindness fireproof. Two tracks—human voice, sterile facts. End with love.