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No Coke, Pepsi!

Another year, another Father’s Day, another “I hate Father’s Day” post. I get it, this is me, being me. I understand I am a decent father. I also understand that all freaking Hallmark does is remind me that my kids can’t wish me a Happy Father’s Day. And others doing it does the same thing.

Of Retarded Mice and Men

This post is different. This blows my mind, does involve Pearlsky a touch indirectly though. But it’s really cool. So, if you want, keep reading, hit the “Read more” button …

“Heaven better be awesome” ~Kitz

Occasionally the topic of the severely disabled and abortion comes up here. We will NOT have any real discussion on it though. There was this post surrounding an email I received a few months back. Yesterday, a comment was added to the thread, this comment. It is obvious that the commenter, Kitz, and I, come from

“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”

1979. I was in college, working in a local delicatessen part time. One summer day an older lady came in and before we knew it she was on the floor. No one there knew, but I was the Assistant Coordinator for CPR for the Red Cross in this major metropolis. Actually there was no coordinator, but

“The Extreme Parenting Video Project” ~Elizabeth and Sophie

Elizabeth had this great project, asking us to submit a photo of ourselves holding a poster board with advice we would give to a new parent of a severely disabled child. The result was this video. I worked with Elizabeth on a variant … the images in book form. Note a couple of things … if you

From the eMailbag …

Hi, wondering if you can share dimensions of the rooms your daughter uses. How big is the bedroom? Bathroom? Would she spend most of her time in the living or another room? How big is that? Or, how large a room have you found is needed to accomodate her well? Does she use a stander?

Dear Prudence, part deux

Two actual emails … re: last post … Ms. Yoffe: I am the single father of a severely disabled nineteen year old daughter. I happened to write a post on my blog the other day about offering advice to others within “our” community. Within the comments was a link to your column and the above

“I believe in practicing prudence at least once every two or three years.” ~Molly Ivins

Thanks to Elizabeth, I now know who “Dear Prudence” is (aka Emily Yoffee) because of this comment on my last post. Several of you have commented on the Dear Prudence Q & A, as did I, but let’s look at it closer here. First, the question: Should I Call the Authorities on a Loving Mom?: