It’s been one of my goals this year to make my writing a priority. Well, that’s the goal every year, but this for real. I’ve been pitching my work, and working on finishing the first draft. The first draft of what, I’m not sure. I just have to keep writing to find out. So I wanted to say something to other parents who tho think there’s no time to write, or that we can’t write with kids around. We can.…
OK, so. Who else is a little tired of having to point out that disabled people are regular people? That ‘special needs’ is outdated, and everyone has needs that are unique to them? That person-first language is wrong? That disabled people’s stories should be written by disabled writers themselves, and that disabled characters should be played by disabled actors? That the access inclusion seeker deal sounds like some video game quest? That disabled isn’t a bad word, and it’s OK…
We have reached day four of week two of Easter break. I’m sitting here with my coffee, some breakfast bar wrappers, four stuffed animals, match game cards, and Isla’s earmuffs that she randomly wears around the house. Because she can. We are at the I love you, but leave me alone stage of our family togetherness. Honestly. On day one at home, we had this conversation. Me: Do you like when we hang out?Isla: Yep. I also like it when…
It’s a well-known fact that I’m a book lover/hoarder. My three book cases are triple-stacked and my bedside table type thing is a tower of books. I clear book stacks from the kitchen table, because the kitchen table is my home office. I finish reading books and instead of getting them out of the house I um, suggest that my husband read them. I have yet to watch Marie Kondo, because I think I would find it really quite stressful.…
And so, today is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day, which is part of Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month. Not to be confused with World Cerebral Palsy Day, which is also a thing. Another thing is this. I’m very aware of CP, thanks for asking. I will be the first to tell you that I am mostly disabled by inaccessible environments. I could also tell you that my most-asked question is ‘When was your accident?’ Sometimes, if I want to mess with nosey…
