Three white faces draped in black hooded sweats loitered in the doorway of my once upon a time.
I would have willingly let the bed bugs bite me in place of this haunted case of silently ambling, slowly arguing, black hole intruders. 558 more words
Please buckle your seatbelts—I want to cover a good bit of ground rapidly. The impetus for this journey comes from two reports of recent research about (1) facial recognition and (2) differences in facial processing between autistic toddlers and ones developing normally. 1,498 more words