Selective Mutism in Autistic People Isn’t Called Selective Mutism—It’s Called a “Facet of Autism” and Doesn’t Get a Name
I want to write a poem on the back of the speeding ticket given to me Friday morning on my way to work. Though I wasn’t in a hurry and had nowhere to be until noon, the cop told me he had to be strict on this stretch of highway.
Underwater
Two days after my father’s funeral, I boarded a plane back to Atlanta. The ache on the right side of my abdomen had deepened. It felt like a sucking void. I marveled at how hot and thin my skin felt as I settled into my seat. Inside this fragile, transparent casing, I felt raw and exposed.
The Journey into Terror
Pico Iyer travels to Osama bin Laden’s home country of Yemen.
Fear for the Corporate Self
Squads and cells have some striking similarities.
