When I met her at the café in the Red House, my friend’s face was tight with tension. She greeted me a bit nervously, then continued discussing with my other close friend the details of hosting the seminar, which, as it turned out, had been relocated from the university to here.…

Have I ever told you my own theory about the inverted perspective on happiness? It’s simple, and sounds eccentric only at first hearing. People my age, I suppose, are well acquainted with the empirical side of the matter, even if perhaps less inclined to generalise as generously…

The sky over the city hung like old laundry, worn and faded from too much washing. A fine, sharp drizzle shaved the air; people scurried along, apologizing to one another when their umbrellas touched. The bloated, pretentious building — seemingly dulled by the constant roar of…

The Children of Hans Asperger Life with Autism: A personal Story Today I begin a story which I probably regard – quite justifiably – as the hardest and most painful in my life so far: the story of the birth and upbringing of our two children, Paul and Lea Enev. I spoke with all…