I’m Nami! I write about autism and comics — less often than I should, but when I do, I try to make it worth your while. Twitter: @breezecast
In comics language, a “gutter” is the space between two comic panels. Autism and comics have a…
All I wanted was a Yoo-Hoo.
We were in the hospital and my older brother was, as far as anyone knew, on the verge of death. He had a brain tumor the size of a woman’s fist, and the surgeons were performing a lengthy operation to get it out.
At first I thought it was ketchup, or maybe cherry juice. The liquid splattered across the wall had exploded across the surface and had been dripping down for some time. There were tinges of yellow in the trails left by the droplets oozing down the wall.
I am on a plane to Portland to see my boyfriend.
Technically, I shouldn’t be dating him at all. In my religion, we’re not supposed to date people who aren’t in our faith. It’s easier that way. I’m a Jehovah’s Witness, and he’s an atheist.
I’m embarrassed to say that the whole thing started because of stuffed animals.