“Last night I sat there struggling with the duty I have to destroy that innocent notion of hers, a notion born of my ignorance and my privilege, the privilege shared by so many other well-intentioned but naive white parents.”
Sharing my bed with the other kid this week.
I’m sure that there are at least fifty posts on my site with that title, but this one… this one really deserves it.
“I knew I couldn’t call the police because that would frighten him even more, and so the quickest and best solution for everyone involved was to get him inside his house.”
I am going out today and buying her fingerless gloves, jelly bracelets and an Atari.
It is time for a crash course in Duran Duran, Prince, Bananarama, Culture Club and Eurythmics.
Would you have a look at this, those of you who have been reading me since she was born.
A two-week crash course in vision charts, phoropters, lenses and frames, and perhaps a gentle nudge to get your kids’ eyes tested.
The verdict is in, and the photographer who took these can feel confident in his skill.
“You know what else I’ve also learned about cancer? It’s stealth. It is a stealth disease. It is so under wraps that it has invaded you before you even have a clue.”