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Monthly Archives: September 2010

This week I’m… giggling and singing all day long.

September 22, 2010 at 21:17

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Giggling and laughing and out-of-breath-laughing-so-hard! What is so funny? Some jokes never get old: choo-choo, fake sneezes… classic baby stand-up. The last couple of weeks May has also been entertaining herself. No longer does she depend on the comedy genius of Mom and Dad. There are toys. Toys that make monkey sounds are particularly amazing. […]

Family Gap Year

September 18, 2010 at 07:29

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Britain has an unhealthy obsession with family gap years. A gap year is what 18-year old kids do before they head to university. It’s a year out, doing something totally different in a foreign country. Sometimes it involves charity work – like building homes for a village community in Africa. Most of the time, it […]

Profoundly disabled: ‘We wouldn’t have her any other way’

September 15, 2010 at 21:47

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There is something arresting in how plainly Rebecca Elliottshe describes her daughter’s brain damage and its unavoidable conclusion in the article¬†Profoundly disabled: ‘We wouldn’t have her any other way’ in The Independent last week. It was a moving portrayal, especially about how outsiders apply horrible labels and pity to us, when all we feel is […]

Seizures

September 12, 2010 at 22:38

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My daughter has seizures every day. At one point, they were as frequent as three times every five minutes. That is 864 every day. Did I just write that? May had over 800 seizures a day? As I mull over those numbers, a nauseating weight grows in my belly.¬† Yet,¬† I’m thinking even worse things; […]

A Conversation Overheard

September 8, 2010 at 10:04

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Conversation overheard between a decadently dressed Hippie-Mama, in flowing flower skirt and layers of pashminas and a poor waitress that is surely not paid enough for this nonsense: Hippie-Mama: (jabbing menu with nail) So, I see you only serve organic foods, but my son, Oliver, can’t tolerate cow’s milk, so-o-o-o, in philosophical solidarity, none of […]