The inside-out view from the fort in the woods at the end of the road. When Stella was three, she was head-over-heels into ballet. She took creative dance classes with some toe pointing and ballet basics woven in. At home, she'd wear her tutu and watch YouTube clips of internationally renowned ballet companies, memorizing the… Continue reading Down time. And looking up.
Ableist people insist that Greta Thunberg is a puppet. If you ask me, after I catch my breath lost from laughing, it's not possible. Not rooted in reality. It's also deeply insulting and misguided to assume a lack of agency in this bright and courageous girl. The doubters haven't the faintest hint of a clue… Continue reading Autism as superpower: Ode to the Gretas and Stellas
Stella is a toe-walker. She's been tiptoeing around for as long as I can remember. Prancing, really. Her gait has been so bouncy and adorable, so evocative of a little ballerina, that her physical effervescence has charmed even sour onlookers. I've been kindling a small flame of worry about her overworked and constantly clenched toes, despite an… Continue reading How vision therapy is saving Stella’s toes, and then some.