PART TWO — Non-Autistic Parents: Why We Should Get Comfortable With Being Uncomfortable

| 4 minute read | “When we speak over autistic voices, we teach our children that they don’t have the power to speak for themselves… “When we uplift autistic voices, even when it means lowering our own, we show our children that we honor them as the experts on their own experience: both now, andContinue reading “PART TWO — Non-Autistic Parents: Why We Should Get Comfortable With Being Uncomfortable”

Non-Autistic Parents: Why We Should Get Comfortable With Being Uncomfortable

| 4 minute read | “The moment we (as non-autistic parents) enter conversations with autistic adults, we bring our privilege with us. Living in an ableist society that caters to people with brains like ours means that we have blind spots – whether we realize it or not.” Click here to read the full article,Continue reading “Non-Autistic Parents: Why We Should Get Comfortable With Being Uncomfortable”

Confronting our privilege: how to get comfortable with feeling uncomfortable

| 7 minute read | Last Sunday, my husband and I were on a Zoom call with friends, and the conversation drifted to how excited we were to be getting our vaccines. Hunja had just gotten his, along with a few others on the call, and the rest of us were feeling hopeful about gettingContinue reading “Confronting our privilege: how to get comfortable with feeling uncomfortable”

“Sir, I’m sorry you don’t know me” and other MLK quotes

I took this photo from behind the pastor’s pulpit at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church. While interning for the SPLC in Montgomery, AL in 2008, I had the honor of attending this church, where Dr. King began his journey as a pastor and organizer. As a teen, I was enthralled by the history of the CivilContinue reading ““Sir, I’m sorry you don’t know me” and other MLK quotes”

Our default setting: the audacity of white supremacy

The morning after last week’s U.S. Capitol Insurrection, my 6-year-old, Keziah, and I went on a mommy-daughter date to celebrate the end of winter break. We laid out an adorable picnic near a pond, played a game of Candyland, and giggled as the ducks ducked their heads underwater and helped clean one another’s feathers. LastContinue reading “Our default setting: the audacity of white supremacy”

On white exceptionalism

Last May, I had just finished a wonderful book (Untamed by Glennon Doyle) and so, in true stalker fashion, Facebook started giving me all kinds of ads about it. One was a book club enthusiastically describing Glennon (a white woman) as “the” voice of today’s women. A Latina woman commented to the effect of “um,Continue reading “On white exceptionalism”