Teaching Disability Studies to a 3-Year-Old

“Momma! These glasses are broken.” The three-year-old is trying to unfurl those black plastic eye-doctor sunglasses and spread them across her face. “No, they aren’t,” my husband says. He wore them home from his appointment the other day after his …

The One Thing I Still Mourn: Notes on a Five-Year Anniversary

When Fiona was three and a half months old, my husband and I received a phone call. I was in the living room, zipping up a suitcase for our first flight with a baby, counting the short hour or two …