I've spent the past couple of weeks on a big push to move the book forward. After the Special Olympics World Games, I was filled with inspiration and excitement. I still am! It's always a good sign when a creative project feels that it is gaining momentum. Because it is the way of the world… Continue reading Following the Plow
Attending the Special Olympics World Games in Los Angeles was a great way to begin the journey around the world for Down Syndrome Everywhere! In seven days, I saw Down Syndrome people from at least one hundred countries. I talked to some, took pictures with others, smiled conspiratorially with those who had that mischief in… Continue reading Around the World in Seven Days
When you venture out of your normal sphere of life, when you shake it up and experience a day or week in a new way, out of the normal routine, a change takes place. You have messed with the flow of the energy stream of your life and a new tributary is created. For some,… Continue reading How to Start a Revolution
It will take some time to find the words to convey the experience of the 2015 Special Olympics World Games in Los Angeles. (I uploaded some pictures here though) While the events and competitions and the celebrities and sponsors have been in the spotlight, there has been a strong, yet subtle, undercurrent. I’m sure this feeling… Continue reading Special Indeed!
Down Syndrome Everywhere! is a book inspired by a story I saw on TV. The story was about how parents now can choose the genetic traits of their children. Wow! This one thought led to another, and another, and I ended up with a question that made me very sad. Who would choose Down Syndrome?… Continue reading Down Syndrome Everywhere!
"He's a wonderful little boy, yet we all know that he will plateau at a 3rd, or maybe 4th, grade level.", the district psychologist said to me, without a hint of shame. Sometimes I think we just have to wait until the ones who are stuck in their old ways of thinking move on to… Continue reading Old School
Here he is. Growing up with only brothers, I knew I would have a son someday. Eight pounds of new, fresh skin and bones, a tiny little nose and fingers that just curl around my pinky. He is here; the one I dreamt about while he grew inside. Now he’s gone. They tell me he… Continue reading Here He Is!