If You’re Worried About a World Without Down Syndrome, Read This and Share

My Most Important Job

Roughly 27 years ago the universe looked over my resume, took into account my previous experience, my qualifications, and my goals and gave me a job that I was totally – I mean utterly – unqualified for.

Parent.

And as an added bonus and complete surprise, the universe also immediately promoted me, as a show of good faith, to the role of “special needs parent.”

The application process was cleverly disguised, I won’t bore you with those details but the final result was a new lifelong job with

Arguing Eugenics FREE this weekend

In September, Arguing Eugenics was noted a Tom Howard/John H. Reid Fiction & Essay Contest 2014 Finalist. Here’s a snippet:

Fortunately, there are new easy to administer prenatal blood tests enabling doctors to diagnose with some certainty an unborn child with Down syndrome at only 10 weeks. This way the doctor knows to monitor the growing fetus so that appropriate pediatric specialists are on hand at the birth if there appears to be a risk. It also empowers the parents to prepare accordingly.

Or not.

Stephen Quake, a professor of

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Is this the last generation of people with Down syndrome?

The Job of a Lifetime

Roughly 24 years ago the universe looked over my resume, took into account my previous experience, my qualifications, and my goals and gave me a job that I was totally – I mean utterly – unqualified for. Parent. And as an added bonus and complete surprise, the universe also immediately promoted me, as a show of good faith, to the role of special needs parent. The application process was cleverly disguised, I won’t bore you with those details but the final result was a new lifelong job with very

A conversation with the Shoulder Angels OR The Year’s Update

 

T quote collage“So,” the devil on my shoulder asked accusingly, “Exactly What have you accomplished this year?”

 

My shoulder angel has been harder to keep alert lately, but she wagged her index finger and said, “We haven’t been lolly-gagging.”

“Oh yeah?” the mini-devil persisted. “Well what have you got to show for it! A book?” he yells and spits, “Two Books!?!”

 

“No…” the angel shuffled her feet and whispered the reply. “But-”

“But, what?”

“Well, we did read a lot of books.” She looked at me hopefully, “Does that count?”

No, the shoulder devil and I agree,