Author Archives: Gretchen Leary

About Gretchen Leary

I am 32 years old, I live in the Boston area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.

Butterfly #Poetry

We are at a stand off in my truth and light, My truth is rooting deeper into the rocks Into the core of the Earth like the familiar knives of grief Like an epic rebirth of my inner child and … Continue reading

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Open Letter of Gratitude

The past couple of months have passed in a blur of sorts with my Christmas project and my move back to Massachusetts. A single mother of a special needs son who is also a friend of mine had shared that … Continue reading

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The Snow #Poetry

This poem was written while listening to the Prelude to Ave Maria by J.S. Bach. The snow; it falls so softly, Like the tender notes of Winter- I stand watching a symphony, of gusts of swirling glitter- Like ice forming; … Continue reading

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Dear Keala & Hugh @KealaSettle & @RealHughJackman #Thankyou #Autism

Dear Keala ( & Hugh) Where do I begin? The expression “thank-you” does not feel big enough to express my gratitude. While I know you did not write the song “This Is Me”, it’s begun to change my life and … Continue reading

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Down By the River #Poetry

Those eyes of yours told me stories, As your strong hands gently guided me- down to the river, Your fingers laced with mine, & Autumn breathed- a smooth crisp breeze- & almost a shiver to anyone listening, & stirring the … Continue reading

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A Snowy Dream #shortstories #writing

One of the oddest dreams I’ve ever had. The air was cold outside the train window and my fingers felt frozen to them as I leaned closer to see the world spinning by me. I heard others around me telling … Continue reading

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Perseverance #Autism

There are times when I wonder if those around me see my struggle. Some days I wish they could. Other days, I’m praying that they can’t. There are days I am so proud to be different and there are days … Continue reading

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