We didn’t talk much that morning. Just sat there, watching the sun catch the road like it had a secret to tell. It’s funny—when I was...

The Trump administration has now confirmed the worst of the rumors. In a sweeping set of announcements, they have officially endorsed the...

Some stories don’t end in triumph. Some don’t end in reconciliation. Some just end in silence, and the decision to stop carrying someone...

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...

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...

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...

“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

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

The summer of 2001 was a happy one. I was 8 years old, and it was our first summer living in New Jersey. My world consisted of beanie...

Graduation, Dissociation Glassy eyes and a plastic smile. The pink lipstick I wore for every occasion. A dress from the junior's...

Hello to the 12 or so people who might read my blog posts! This is just going to be an introspective look on the last decade of my life....