Roar

Fiona sat on my lap facing the ear doctor and the nurse, and her talker sat on her lap so that both of us could use it. Fiona mostly didn’t use it, but I tapped away as I talked with …

I Need to Play Dumber

Over the summer, Fiona’s talker use has dipped significantly. When my husband or I go to charge her iPad at the end of the day, the battery is at 80-some percent. (During the school year, a day’s use took the …

This Too Shall (Maybe Not) Pass

Parenting is a relentless, daunting, demanding 24-7 job with zero sick days (and loads of intangible, bizarre, awe-inducing benefits). I have yet to meet a single parent who hasn’t been gripped by some phase of the job that starts to …

Paint & Political Statements

How old are they? a cashier at the home supply store asks. Fiona, Petra, and I are waiting for a quart of paint to get mixed. Two and four, I say, tapping the heads of each child. That one’s four? …