Love Simply, Just Because
When I was nine years old, I found my baby sister dead in her crib. She lived for one month. I had gone to check on her, as I often did when she slept. I knew something was wrong right away. She...
View ArticleEntering Disability Culture as a Parent: Memory, Relativity, and Truth
Mouse pronounces the word “remember” with a “b” instead of an “r” at the beginning. Bemember. I asked her once if she noticed her own pronunciation. She sat back thoughtfully, held up her hands and...
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Death came twice this week. One after living many years; one after living only a few. One is carried in my children’s blood; one I’ve never met face to face. One taught me about what has been; one...
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