
Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.

Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world

A couple of weeks ago I saw several artists spewing vitriol on an acquaintance’s post because it was illustrated with an AI-generated image. As an artist, I can understand their frustration. But those artists-against-AI-art rants leave me shrugging and shaking my head. To specify, I’m writing about situations when AI-generated art is used by folks […]

One characteristic that played a key role in my Autism diagnosis is my “vibrant inner life.” And I find imagination and intuition to be closely related, if not conjoined at the birth of awareness.

The impact of Mom’s death – the sudden absence of a person who’s always been in my life (and strongly influenced my actions) continues to upend my expectations.
Our need to serve others is the begining of our own Spirit’s beautiful journey of knowing the love of compassion.
yes! giving is the beginning :)