HeyJaredEden Nielsen
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- Sep 15, 2026
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Eden Nielsen: The camaraderie of the cul-de-sac (opens the original)
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Growing up in Littleton, Colorado, every day after school I would peer out my dining room window across the street to the Nashes' house. If the timing was right, I would find Hannah Nash standing in her living room window, all blonde knotted waves and multi-colored braces, waiting for me to see her. Moments later, I would watch Hannah and her little brother Jayden race out their front door and round the corner of the cul-de-sac to my house. “Can you come out and play?” Jayden would ask. Irwin Pl
Eden Nielsen: Everyone must remove shoes (opens the original)
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There’s nothing quite like having a gloved finger shoved up your rectal cavity to remind you that you’re not special. In the airport, we’re all the same. No matter your social class, sexual orientation, race or religion, everyone must follow the rules. It begins in the morning. At least two hours before your flight, to be exact. You pack your suitcase, stuffing it full, hoping and praying that it’s under 50 pounds. Finally, you fit your last shoe inside and sit on top to get the zipper shut. As
Eden Nielsen: Nonspeakers are finally finding their voices (opens the original)
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Imagine spending your whole life with the same thoughts, personality and inner world you have now — but without being able to use your voice. Imagine being a toddler who’s unable to tell your mom that your tummy hurts, or that a bully pushed you at school. Imagine growing into an adult who has never gotten to voice your opinions or needs. That is the case for many nonspeaking people with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), including my 6-year old nephew, Tommy. Autistic people have been widely misun
Eden Nielsen: How to keep a friend for 25 years (opens the original)
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In early fall of 2001, I met my best friend, Courtney. We were both about 3 years old. My older brother and her older sister went to the same elementary school, so when we met one afternoon during pickup, we became inseparable. I saw something in her that made me feel comfortable. Comfortable enough to sing at the top of my lungs or make my ugliest face or cry when I fell off my bike. Together, we took ballet lessons, spent long days at the public pool, and turned her basement into an intricate
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