Blessed Solstice, dear readers! As 2025 comes to an end, I wanted to take an opportunity to share some of the texts and stories that have brought me joy this year.
Author: Ashton Rose
These are lessons I have learned from sitting with the snow. Take from them what you will, and please, listen to the snow yourself. See what open secrets it imparts to you.
Patricia (Patty) Berne died on May 29, 2025. I never had the pleasure of meeting her. We were not friends, or even in the same social circles. Hundreds of miles separated us. But nonetheless I felt grief, pain, and a bit of emptiness.
Happy Disability Pride month! What do the colors on the Disability Pride flag mean? Where does the design come from? Read on to find out.
Spoon theory doesn't adequately explain my functioning. How come, even when I have the spoons, starting a task can be impossible? Why does task-switching require a monumental amount of spoons, while doing grueling work for hours may demand very few? Enter spline theory.
My health has grown more complex, more difficult to support and bargain with. But my commitment to writing, to telling you these stories, has only grown. This quest may be ending, but there are untold others waiting to begin.
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This is a conversation between myself and artist, writer, and very good friend Charlie Andrés regarding a shared space we call Autism Afternoons. More information about Charlie and links to their stuff can be found at the end of the episode.
I had accepted the label of disability long ago. So what was I running from? Acceptance. That was my pursuer. It's one thing to claim disability and fight for my rights and the rights of others; it is another thing entirely to devote myself to building a life that nurtures my bodymind, rather than operating in spite of it.
The silent migraine is a uniquely hellish beast that, in my own experience, has proven far more resistant to taming than its more common cousin. Follow along as I break down what this type of migraine is and what it looks like for me.