Call Me Les
Bio
She/her | Cat enthusiast | "Word-Nerd" | Fueled by buttertarts
- Co-Founding admin at Vocal Social Society & Great Incantations
- Co-Founder of the Vocal Creators Chronicle
- Vocal Spotlight
- Book: Owl in a Towel
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Changeling Child Changes Perspectives
What if we reexamined some of literature's most quirky characters with the modern lens of autism awareness? This question forms the basis of the latest book by world renowned, Australian author, Natasja Rose. You can pick up a copy of Changeling Child here:
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Journal
- First Place in Sleep Resolution Challenge
Being Gentle On Myself Means Following Navy SEAL TrainingFirst Place in Sleep Resolution Challenge
It's funny how in growing older, you're always searching for the next milestone, the next "big kid" moment: later bedtimes, later curfew, the ability to spend on what you want, the freedom to eat what you want—the opportunity to literally take a bite of forbidden fruit roll-ups instead of broccoli.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Motivation
Effective Read Swapping: The Tree Method
Alright, so for the most part we all want to follow the correct nuances of engagement when read sharing. I can't speak for all the groups, only Vocal Social Society and Great Incantations, but to set the record straight, this is how you are invited to use "read threads" with us.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Lifehack
Journey Within
While they walked, Carrie attempted to uncover the origins of her new companion. “Where did you come from?” she asked. The caticorn pointed a dainty paw in the direction of the Dreaming-Tree. “Over there.” “Uh-huh,” replied Carrie, “True, but I meant: Where do you live?” “Well, Carrie, I’m alive standing here next to you, aren’t I?” The girl crossed her arms in frustration and tried again. “Yeeeas, I suppose you are alive, but I meant—Hey wait! How did you know my name?” The caticorn sighed heavily and pointed to its horn. “Magic,” it grumbled. “Oh, right.” Carrie nodded. Magic. Made sense. With hands to her head and fingers over her temples on either side of her forehead, Carrie took a deep breath and rearranged her question for a third time. “What I meant was: Where is your HOME?!” “Home? Where is anyone’s home? Home is where you’re happy, isn’t it? I’m happy just now, so, my home is here! Where’s your home, Carrie?” Just then a yellow-swallowtail butterfly fluttered under the caticorn’s nose and before Carrie could think of some other way to get a proper answer, the caticorn had scampered off after the butterfly! After it was gone, the caticorn’s question bounced around in her brain, picking up bits and pieces of thoughts and memories the way melting ice cream sundaes swallow sprinkles while it searched for an answer. - Carrie and the Curious Caticorn Caper, Les
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Journal
The Horse That Mattered
Since I usually spent the first week of August moping about, when I whistled on my way to breakfast, my Aunt Fern knew something was up. I sat down at the kitchen table with a smile. She smiled back, kissed my cheek and passed me a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of orange juice.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Fiction
A Selkie's Return to the Deep
Growing up in rural Ireland, I never knew my father. Or rather, I knew of him, but we had never met. When pressed, all my mother would say was that he was an officer in the navy, and that it was better for everyone if he stayed an ocean away. But I never felt the absence of a parent; Mamma was the kind of person who took up all the space in the room. Everyone who met her commented on her breathtaking beauty and captivating charm. I loved listening to her sing the old lullabies and ballads while she danced around our home, graceful even when doing something as simple as washing the dishes.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Fiction
Movie Handout: Despicable Me 1
I spent 4 years teaching ESL to children. During that time, I made dozens of hand-outs. This is an example of one. If it proves popular, I will release more. If you like the content, consider pledging to enable me to make the content you enjoy while also earning a living. Find me online:
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Education
When You Say Nothing At All
Ding! It was the fifth time his phone had gone off that day, the sound intruding into his solitude like a chainsaw in a forest. She'd called earlier, but he hadn't picked up. He'd meant to put the damn thing on silent before laying down.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Fiction
