New York City, a homecoming
Both of my parents were born and raised in Brooklyn. Both of my older brothers were born there as well, read more…
A fellow Canadian blogger has reminded me once again that we are fortunate here in Canada with our imperfect but read more…
I am reading with horror about the support of mercy killings of disabled children by their parents, a discussion recently read more…
For sure the gaps are closing. I’m being reabsorbed into the morass of everyday life, where I get to worry read more…
I’ve been cleaning up my half-written draft posts this morning (which mostly means trashing them) and stumbled on this one. read more…
I attended an event called HealthCamp a couple of years ago and was impressed by its awesomeness. So much so read more…
Within months after Owen was born, I was told he was deaf. Inside, I shrugged. “Oh well,” I thought. He read more…
Yes or No still has all the same content, but I’ve reorganized it so that older stuff is easier to read more…
(Photo: Cover of Bloom, Winter 2012) My son, Owen, passed away in October 2010 at the age of 12. He was born with multiple severe disabilities, some of which were anticipated in utero, and all of which remained undiagnosed, even in his death.
I read a great article recently about brainstorming, in the late January issue of The New Yorker. Groupthink: The brainstorming myth., by Jonah Lehrer, is about how, despite its popularity as a corporate creativity booster, ‘brainstorming’ is not a terribly creative exercise.
I was invited to speak at a school last week, as part of their staff’s professional development/team building day. A special needs preschool, it was similar to the preschool Owen attended in mid-town Toronto. This one is located in an older suburb in the west end.
I just uncovered this video yesterday. Owen attended the Spiral Garden summer camp at Holland Bloorview.
I made a decision over the holidays: no more promotion of my book (even though I hadn’t really even started yet!) I decided: I will speak to groups when invited, but for now I will lay low and stop shopping around my box of books and PowerPoint presentation.
Hope is a non-activity. Like worry–an unproductive time-filler that distracts from the moment and takes us away from what is real and happening.