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				On why I don’t tend to use the term “special needs”: The word "special" implies "extra," like when we say a person shouldn't expect "special treatment." My daughter's needs, though, aren't icing on a cake. They're essential for her ability to access fundamental rights, like the right to enter public spaces, join peers in play, and communicate her ideas. 
			
					
				Have you tried those overpriced meal-prep delivery services? Every ingredient you need for the meal already comes in the box! With each ingredient already premeasured! Studies show that 107% of humans suffer from pandemic-related decision fatigue. I think these things will save our lives and should be free with our rapid tests. Did I mention that the recipe card has photos for each step? All you have to do is follow the instructions?!
			
					
				Families like mine who are looking for summer activities have the additional burden of trying to figure out if kid-centered spaces are truly designed for kids like ours. Often, they aren’t. When we double-check, well-meaning folks — or maybe just folks who’ve caught a whiff of how popular the word inclusive is — tell us we are “welcome.” But then they proceed with business as usual. And at $1,000 for a summer membership, our local swim club is very much a business.
			
					
				“This belief in the virtue of the ‘happy’ and suffering-free life sterilizes and shrinks us, minimizing what makes us most beautifully human: our tenderness, our vulnerability, the profundity of our capacity for heartache, the risks of which deliver us into immense joy. The point of this human life, I believe, is love. And the ridiculous and brave and risky act of love turns my heart into taffy, stretches it across the broad spectrum of human feeling.”
			
					
				I’ve always been "pro-choice." I became even more pro-choice after my pregnancies, when my body was rocked and rewritten by an occupant I actually consented to, I very much wanted. It taught me what I already suspected: pregnancy is a complex knot between a life and the potential for a life. Every woman deserves the right to consent.
			
					
				I’m mostly wordless, like you. But tonight I pray for the repose of the souls of the 19 kids and 2 teachers. 
			
					
				This past semester has been a mix of super hard and wonderful. I started it with a debilitating—and scary—health issue that we thought might be something truly terrible but, after consulting with a Penn immunologist, ended up being an adverse vaccine response. (More on that another day.) But it felt amazing to teach in person again. And students wrote essays about Taylor Swift and neurodivergent dating and losing family members and finding LGBTQ+ community. And, after serving in my full-time position for three years, I finally got to attend all those celebratory end-of-year events like graduation and awards-ceremonies, which always make my heart fill with tiny helium balloons. 
			
					
				When I arrived at school one day to pick up my daughter, a new paraprofessional was working with her. She looked at Fiona.
			
					
				Black Lives Matter.