Offen having Aspergers or an Autism spectrum disorder means getting nowhere in life. This doesn't need to be the case with the right support. Here is an inspiring story of broadcaster 'Chris Packham'. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjdEJdr-vfs

Forward; writing with mum When my mum was alive we use to write poetry together. You heard of sequential storytelling? One person starts the first line and another person does the next. We did that with poetry. Below is one of those poems and short stories. What is more, I have a book of short stories and poems coming out with some of our work.   If you enjoy my writing and live near Liverpool UK come to my book launch. Constellations book launch 6th February Time: 7pm (Doors at 6.30pm) Venue: Studio 2,  Parr  Street,  L1 4JN . There will be sign copies of the book, plus free food and reads from the new book. Back to the sea, Poem by Dorothy Taggart(mother), Edited by Mr Alex Richard (Attenkofer) Taggart BA(hons) I must go back to the sea again, To meet the one I loved and lost, To the cruel waves and the rocks below, I must go back to the sea again, To lay this ghost which haunts me so, To hear the mournful seagulls cry, And list...

Forward; Writing with mum  When my mum was alive we use to write poetry together. You heard of sequential storytelling? One person starts the first line and the other person does the next. We did that with poetry. Below is one of those poems and short stories. What is more, I have a book of short stories and poems coming out with some of our work.  If you enjoy my writing and live near Liverpool UK come to my book launch. Constellations book launch  6th February,Time: 7pm (Doors at 6.30pm)Venue: Studio 2, Parr Street, L1 4JN.  There will be sign copies of the book, plus free food and reads from the new book. https://www.writingonthewall.org.uk/wowevents.html How for the poem ' ‘Simple Pleasures’ by Dorothy Taggart. Edited by Mr. Alex Richard (Attenkofer) Taggart BA(hons) I love the sea and the sky at night, The stars and the moon that spread its light, I love the dawn at the break of day, And the owl’s last hoof as if flies away, ...