Tim likes to tell people we were high school sweethearts. Technically, it's true. We dated in high school. He was my first love. But for me, "sweethearts" denotes something we weren't; a long-term couple devoted to each other, their relationship spanning several years, unmarred by ugly breakups. There were two couples who dated at the... Continue Reading →
The last four posts were written in response to historical criticism and questions I have fielded as a mom of a person with a disability. Not everyone who observes our situation weighs in with criticism, but enough have done so over the years to make me reflexively defend my actions to potential naysayers. From her well-intentioned classmates... Continue Reading →
Personal care matters tell the tale. She sat up most of the day and felt good, except when she laughed. That elicited a wince, and required that she lie down. Attempting a shower, we saw exactly what positions caused the most pain, and realized that she will need assistance with bathing and toileting for at... Continue Reading →
When I talk about my daughter having a disability, I get a lot of sad faces, murmurs of morose sympathy, and sorrowful eyes averted, so as not to look directly at the reality of being disabled. It's the last one that I wish I could fix. I don't care if people have pity, and I would... Continue Reading →
I saw this the other day. The phrase "like a girl" has influenced my thinking since I was young. With three older brothers, I've had cause to think about what it means to do anything "like a girl", and to consider why gender has been ascribed to activity, and why one gender is judged to... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 