I've been trying to make my way out of the swamp of white privilege for 20 years. I've definitely taken some wrong turns. I've made more progress since quitting academia and beginning to unschool full time. I'm learning how to listen. So despite all these wrong turns, now I think working toward being an anti-racist white person is pretty simple. This is what I've come to: listen, speak, act.
I let my kids stomp and squish and splash in the mud, and I'm not proud. This post is not about how this makes me a better parent. It most certainly isn't about how kids need to get out there and interact with the "real" world rather than sitting on screens. It's not even about... Continue Reading →
Why do we think that every time someone asks for help they are exploiting or manipulating us as individuals? Until people just give up asking and either wane away or start cutting themselves or hitting their classmates or burning down buildings.
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 →
I woke up this morning with a post on my mind, a list of all the things I must embrace because my daughter is autistic. I embrace the fact that she's afraid of movies and I won't be able to watch a movie with her for a very long time if ever. Instead, I embrace... Continue Reading →
One of the most obvious symptoms of my daughter's autism is picky eating. We've watched her weight stay the same for over a year while she grows taller, and though my doctor reassures me she's still doing fine my husband and I panic weekly about how little she has eaten. Bread and cheese, or sometimes... Continue Reading →
The other night I went with my husband and friends to see Kraftwerk, the a foundational electronic music group whose top hits--which they performed with great energy that night--are from the late 1970s and early 1980s. I knew he would like it--he told me going would be like if I had a chance to go... Continue Reading →