Neurodivergent Gumbo

Gumbo Dreams, Jim Crow Nights

I remember being six or seven I went to Disney World and was fascinated with everything. A few decades later, I took my daughters to Disneyland. I remember smiling. I remember sweating in long lines. I remember watching their eyes light up as we stood in line for rides built on stories I had long since memorized. But this last time—watching The Princess…