Posted in July 2013

i am not trayvon martin’s mother

    Until the killing of Black men, Black mothers’ sons, is as important as the killing of White mothers’ sons, we who believe in freedom cannot rest. Ella Baker, 1964 The following is my submission to We Are Not Trayvon Martin  * I am not Trayvon Martin. I am a 42 year-old white woman. … Continue reading

from whence we came

Our Saturday. * My beautiful grandma. 92 years young. Years and years ago, Brooke bopped her on the head with a hair brush. She responded, “Ouch! That’s my head, not a football!” Brooke thought it the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Now, every time she sees her — EVERY time, Brooke starts to laugh. “Say, … Continue reading

the autism chapter

* There has been great a great deal of talk among members of the autism community about the Autism chapter in Andrew Solomon’s critically acclaimed book, Far From the Tree. Since I’ve been such a vocal fan of Andrew after seeing him speak, subsequently corresponding with him, and reading the incredibly insightful and thought-provoking introductory chapter … Continue reading


If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I. ~ Michel de Montaigne * It’s bedtime. Brooke’s room is dark, but for the bluish stars that glow on the walls and the ceiling, cast by Barbie the Turtle. We are … Continue reading

shared enjoyment

Nantucket, 2012   It’s Sunday afternoon. Desperate to escape the heat, we venture out to the Rainforest Cafe for a late lunch. After we eat, the girls and I wander around the gift shop. Katie immediately points to something. “Mama!” she shouts, “check this out!” As I turn to look at what she wants to … Continue reading

my daughter’s hands

Stopping on the way out of camp to touch the earth. July 3rd, 2013 * Those who trust us, educate us. T.S. Eliot . My girl feels her way through the world. It’s what she does. It’s the way that she learns. It’s a big part of who she is. Sensorial experiences mean far more … Continue reading


  I wrote this back in January but chickened out of posting it. This morning, while trolling through a couple of the 147 drafts in my Pending Posts folder (yes, seriously), I came across it and decided to give it some air. We talk a lot about presuming competence (which is absolutely, positively vital), but … Continue reading

we promise

* This is hard to write. It would be easy were this an actual diary, the kind under lock and key for no one’s eyes but my own, and then perhaps, someday, my children’s, long after I’m gone and they find it packed away in a dusty attic. But alas, this is not that kind … Continue reading

a rascal among us

It’s Monday night. Brooke and I are playing Backyardigan’s Memory. The cards are all over the place. I can’t remember where anything is. I turn over Safari Tasha. I’m fairly certain that we’ve seen her recently. I look in the general direction in which I’m sorta kinda maybe thinking her match might be. Brooke points … Continue reading