Changing One Person at a Time, starts with me

paperworkToday the big pressure is: Marcus’ probate paperwork is due tomorrow.

Shit.

I’ve shared before how much I loathe the paperwork process that comes with guardianship (although I am simultaneously understanding of its purpose).

Too Tired For paperwork.

Travel makes me very tired. Anxiety also makes me tired. I’ve done a lot of sleeping this week. The bad news about anxiety tired (as if you don’t know) is that it makes a person too tired to think clearly to do the stuff that needs

Sometimes Opening Minds Is Best Handled as a Soft Sell…

FWF Click the Picture for previous rants and updates.

Welcome to a #TBT (Throw Back Thursday) of a Free Write Friday,

Free Write Friday is where I let loose on the reins and just type for 15 minutes about what I’m thinking and what’s going on. This post I am sharing today was originally published one year ago, Sept 4, 2015, just as Marcus and I were gearing up for the Big Book Tour. SO, step back in time with me: 

So this week I wrote

Teachers Among Us

speech note

Imagine living in a world where people of influence openly claim someone you love is not worthy of life? Can you imagine what it’s like to have your own child’s value, as a human being, debated? A world where you regularly encounter the opinion of scientists and doctors who are literally working to eliminate the entire segment of humanity of which your child is a part…and it all happens without public outrage.

It’s not hard for me to imagine

Response to “Those Mongols”

“Those Mongols”

The recently publicized quote from a UK public official using the term “mongols” as a descriptor of people with Down syndrome reminded me of the reason I won’t be seeing David Sedaris perform live when he comes through town next year. 

In his book, Naked, David Sedaris tells us about his time as a volunteer at a mental institution during his youth, including this anecdote:

“The day proceeded, everything from a mongoloid teenager with an ingrown toenail to a self-proclaimed swami who had fashioned himself a turban of urine-soaked towels.

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