At first you’d think, as I have thought, it’s because she’s missing a part of her chromosome. And yes, that’s true. But also, no, it’s not because she’s missing a part of her chromosome. It’s not because chromosomes are made … Continue reading
Tonight, about an hour after I told my husband all the reasons I felt like a shitty mother, I checked Facebook and saw that a friend of mine posted a photo of himself wearing a T-shirt that said, “World’s Okayest … Continue reading
The Neurologist said we had every right to question his advice about seizure medications. He leaned against a paper-covered table, and my husband and I sat in chairs against the wall. Fiona, who was sick with a cold that day, … Continue reading
Tomorrow, this one turns four. It feels like such a weighty number, a solid, established amount of years to have been on Earth. Four. I remember the geometry lesson: Two points can make a line, and three points can make … Continue reading
Dear Star-In-Her-Eye Readers, Many of you might already know this, but I wrote an essay about the word “Retarded,” and the piece was accepted by the (wonderful, meticulous, generous, thoughtful) editors at The Sun. In this essay, called “The R-Word,” … Continue reading
Star In Her Eye 