Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your compassionate smile as my son loads onto the bus on a lift that takes his wheelchair up. He smiles down at me as we wait for the driver to get on and then roll him in. You see us smiling and it’s contagious. Thank you for… Continue reading Patience Required
The point is that this is life. This is love, and sex, and parenthood. These are relationships and this is communication, stilted and awkward as those two both can be. This is taking time to listen, and going slowly. These are four people circumnavigating disability. Two lovers, both with cerebral palsy, and the pregnant mother… Continue reading This is the Point
Still writing. Just keeping it to myself. Putting it into something bigger. Recently I wrote an article for Bloom, an online magazine for parenting kids with disabilities. I remember when we arrived in Toronto and I first read Bloom. It was a hard copy magazine then. It feels pretty great to be a part of… Continue reading Yep. Still Here. Still Writing.
'I love you, Sebastian. Do you love me?' Tallula leans over me to see her big brother, anchored down into the accessible spot on the GO bus back to the train station. Sebastian smiles. Tallula sees him and repeats his 'yes' out loud in case I missed it. I scroll through photos tonight to look… Continue reading What I See
On Friday I took the kids to Kortright Maple Syrup Farm to meet Sebastian's class for a school field trip. We were running late due to a morning appointment and I wavered between going and staying home. The clouds hung heavy and rain was in the forecast. The kids really wanted to go, regardless of… Continue reading Maple Syrup and Inclusion
I've started going through my drafts and finishing them. You know those moments when there is something on your mind and you want to get it out into the world and then you run out of steam and you don't. Those thoughts tend to get buried beneath the newer ones. But here we are nearing… Continue reading ‘I could meet him there.’
I woke this morning from a bad dream. I've been having them the past few nights. Sometimes apocalyptic in nature. Sometimes subconscious anxieties. This morning the election in the US was on my mind. While today is International Women's Day it is also the primary in Michigan. I felt like I needed to put something… Continue reading On Politics