One of the last things I held on to as an idea for therapy for my autistic kid was a social skills class. It's cool that I didn't push too hard to get that. Instead, really long playdates with a like-minded family friend a year younger than her taught her everything she needs to know... Continue Reading →
We’re going to Mars because it gives us a reason to change -- Nikki Giovanni, "Quilting the Black-Eyed Pea (We’re Going to Mars)" More and more major league athletes have been following Colin Kaepernick's lead and kneeling at the national anthem. An action that seems powerful enough to get thousands of people talking and our... Continue Reading →
My work right now is kids. It's not writing. I squeeze in this writing in the small bits of time I have between diaper changes, making food, comforting, reading, setting up art projects, vacuuming, sweeping, persuading, dressing, changing, washing, pushing, coaching, teaching, comforting. When I heard about the strike today, I was torn about what... Continue Reading →
There are three core values that I thought I'd impose as a parent, which I've found I have no interest in "imposing"--if that can be done successfully with values. First, I imagined we'd be a screen-free family, or only watch Sesame Street. Ha.Sesame Street scares the crap out of my daughter. "Mario's Nightmare" on youtube... Continue Reading →
Now I move in both worlds. The neurotypical and the autism parenting worlds. I carry them both on either side of me, and depending on who I interact with--the parent of a neurotypical kid or the parent of a kid with autism--I will have a whole different conversation.
I am on fire But not the empowering kind Not the athletic kind Not the sprinter burning toward a finish line, hands ready to hold up the sky in victory. The kind where you stand outside a house beyond saving and watch it burn, just starting to feel the loss. I am on fire, but... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, as I go around the upper middle class, densely populated, slightly conservative but not-as-much-as others suburb I live in, I become a ball of bitterness. People driving their sportscars make me angry. I try to remind myself that maybe this is their joy in life--surely, hopefully it is--and I don't know if they are... Continue Reading →