“Hey,” I said yesterday to the nanny, “I’ll give you a bonus if you find Sophie some friends at school.” It was actually several hours before it dawned on me just how fucked up that was, how fucked up I am. In my defense, I’m not alone in worrying about the friend thing. Last week […]

This morning I found a pointe shoe on top of the dryer. I don’t know how it got there or whose it is  (not so unusual, you wouldn’t believe what I find in the bottom of my purse on a regular basis) but I do know it does not belong to Sophie. Earlier this week, I […]

It was standing room only yesterday at Green Acres. So many people loved Steve Wiley, and they knew him as many things — record store guy, baseball coach, unconventional philospher. I knew him as Tatum’s dad. I’m sure Steve had an opinion of what it’s like to have a kid with Down syndrome, though as […]

Sophie headed off to school yesterday with a new lunch bag, a Hanukkah gift. By the time I got home — it was only 6:30 — she was passed out on the couch. It was a big day, the first day back after the holiday, she had cheer practice, and she’s just getting over the […]