This post is brought to you by a particularly nasty comment on my last post, written by someone who thinks they’re anonymous. It never made it to the light of day because I promptly trashed it. Months ago
This holiday, we’re not volunteering anywhere. We’re not donating a turkey. We’re not picking a name off an Angel Tree, dropping off Toys for Tots, or claiming a foster kid name and making their Christmas wish come true. We’re
Dear people, I have a message for you: inclusion is inconvenient. In fact, inclusion can be frustrating, expensive, annoying, disagreeable, and come at great personal cost. After all, it is hardly your fault that these individuals should be
We both looked at each other. He spoke first, “it’s a good thing he’s not in public school.” I nodded, relieved that we had gotten to the point that public school wasn’t even an option anymore. “He couldn’t handle
I was going to write a post tonight about sensory issues. I can’t. I mean, I can, but my heart isn’t in it. Instead, my heart is aching after watching a portion of Greta Thunberg’s address to the U.N.