On being spacey. Actually, ADHD. — The world looks very different from my little asteroid. As a little girl, looking to the stars and dreaming of being an astronaut, I imagined myself seated on an asteroid, watching the world from there. A shelter from the world, to which no one had access but me. Sitting on…

Discovering ADHD Magic — Her image filled me; little me at age eight, clinging tightly to the railing from the outer side of the footbridge, high above the road. My eyes focused on the screen again, blinding in its whiteness. My little self moved her right leg, and nearly missed her next step by…

How I stopped fighting ADHD and began to love it — “ADHD fantasy?” said the man, “I don’t think that’s an Amazon category.” Well. Fitting existing categories has never been my super-power. “Why can’t you be like everyone else just for once!” “But what’s the point of being me, if I’m just like everyone else?” This snippet from my book makes…

A haunting tale of human darkness — This is a NON-SPOILER review. This “twentieth-century classic", as stated on the cover, is a brilliantly told story about human nature. Or, of one, rather bleak perspective on it. A group of young boys, stranded on a desert island, is left to fend for themselves. Where will the plot go…

Thanks Jerry, very helpful! I just added two of them which were new to me. As an author of neurodiverse (ADHD) fantasy, I find accessibility crucial, and use "Siteimprove Accessibility Checker" to help me find accessibility issues in my website or landing pages, and "Read Aloud: A Text to Speech Voice Reader" for the same reason - to detect problems in my designs. Of course, fixing issues still may require a lot of work, but these help me learn at least what still needs to be done... :-)

Why my creative process is naturally ADHD, and what dogs have to do with it — Floating on clouds in heavenly breeze, this is me this morning. There is no place my imagination can’t reach. My dogs wonder at the smile that fills my face as I type, their noses sniffing: is the black plate I’m clicking on about to eject snacks? But nothing happens and…

Thinking. I think —

Running against the wind —

I’m a philosopher. I mean author. Homeschooling mom. To enter my mind, you need to cross the barriers. All of them. But you just asked the question, and the alarm still sounds in my mind; all openings sealed, and I’m trapped inside. You smile. We just met. You’ve no idea…