Monthly Archives: October 2018

Dar is getting seriously tall! I mean, you know that thing where people put pencil marks on a doorway to mark their kids’ height every year? Yeah, we do that too. As you can see by looking at his doorway, Dar’s jump from 8 to 9 was a bigger gap than any of his other gaps. That’s crazy. Are we over-feeding him? He’s as skinny as Olive Oyl. I guess he has my metabolism. I wish he’d metabolize a little […]

I think about Dar’s birthday all the time, in the sense that I think it’s terribly tragic that Dar doesn’t, and may never, know when it’s his birthday. I don’t know why that matters to me; maybe life would be better if more people were less invested in their birthdays. But…I’m not feeling that. I feel…the desire for Dar to feel that he deserves a special day, instead of feeling that every day is special-needs day. So we try to […]

I can’t hate the gig economy, because I feel that my generation created it for reasons that go beyond capitalist imperatives. Hanging out recently at my 30thhigh school reunion, I sensed that many of my classmates are inveterate project-creators. Most of us don’t commit ourselves to a 40-year career in something; instead we dream of doing the next cool thing, even if it’s not particularly lucrative. So what does it mean to have a generation, and a next generation, of […]

This is a blog about raising my autistic child. In the middle of what we will someday look back upon as This Brett Kavanaugh Madness, a lot of people are talking about raising children – raising girls to be strong enough to speak up and/or resist, raising boys to treat females with respect. I sometimes feel that raising Dar is a third Venn Diagram circle that doesn’t really overlap with either of those two. Of course, that isn’t quite the […]