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Autism And Its Effects On A Family

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Autism And Its Effects On A Family

When thinking of what I would write for my introductory Spork article, multiple news articles crossed my mind. I could write about movies and literature – their seemingly lack of showcased differences. I could talk about the people I meet in my day to day life. The people I see, observing and knowing. Then I thought about what affects me and my personal life. My fears and worries for a differently abled person who sits in my heart and home. This person is my little sister.

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Hello SPORK! readers!

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Hello SPORK! readers!

         My name is Quinlan and I will be a contributing writer for SPORK! starting….now! I’m very excited to lending my voice and views to this movement. After I told my mom about what SPORK! is and what I’d be writing about the first question she asked me was, “will you be using your own name? or will I use a alias?”

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Getting a Feel for Helen Keller

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Getting a Feel for Helen Keller

I can’t speak for the original, genteel Southern Kellers, but it was a privilege to keep house for century Kellers and as much of their languid estate that would fit in our pint-sized theater. My Kellers opened their home to scores of Minnesota arts enthusiasts, but mostly the pack of 21st shied away from hob-nobbing with the locals...

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True Confessions!

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True Confessions!

Hello intrepid Spork! readers,

 I am new contributor, Sean Margaret Wagner, and I feel absolutely privileged to join the fine people at Spork in their endeavor to bring stories pertaining and of interest to the differently abled community to a growing readership. That said, if I am going to start this relationship off on the right foot, there are a few things I really must get off my chest...

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Proudly Creative!

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Proudly Creative!

I remember the first time I ever saw one. I was in the college cafeteria, and I’d never seen anything like it before. I’m sure I stared, but I didn’t mean anything by it. I mean, they didn’t have anything like it back where I grew up, not that I am all that sheltered, you know. I mean, I have seen things, and I’m not prejudiced or anything. Really, I’m not. It was just a natural reaction to something so different. I just didn’t want to use it. I just didn’t really trust that that something so odd would even work. Hell, it was so strange that I wasn’t even sure how to use it. But I pride myself on having an open mind, so I tried it. I used it on the meatloaf, and it worked. And then I used it on the mushroom soup and it worked again. “I’ll be damned,” I remember saying to my friends, “this spoon-fork is pretty creative!” And then someone told me that term was impolite, that the correct term was spork!

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