Disability is not a bad word…

Before Ivy was born disability felt like a bad word. A scary word. I tiptoed around saying it. Those perceptions bled into my actions and thoughts about people with disabilities. It affected how I handled Ivy’s diagnosis. After Ivy was born, it became a sad word. I didn’t want it to be a word that…

A letter to my typical children…

Dear Zoe and Eli… I saw your faces in my mind when the doctor said the life changing words, “Your baby does have Down syndrome.” My brain spiraled out in so many directions as the tears fell that day. What would her life be like? Would she live with us forever? Would she need open…

The Luckiest

They caught my eye as I was putting my bananas in a bag. Walking hand in hand they meandered through the produce section. One, an older woman with graying hair and gentle wrinkles. The other, a short young woman with almond shaped eyes that absorbed everything around her. They walked slowly, not in any hurry….

Why I want you to see my child’s disability…

This is something that has been on my mind for awhile. Trying to articulate my thoughts has been tough. As a community, a phrase that we use very often is ‘more alike than different’. We want the world to know that a person with a disability has far more in common with a typical person…