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				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.
			
					
				If the speaker at your commencent names the only troubles of this world as rising interest rates and inflation, if the speaker at your commencent defines success as getting a job in this lurching economy, please know this:
			
					
				“One of the accusations lodged against people who write about their kids with disabilities is that the parent isn’t differentiating their life from that of the child: the child’s suffering becomes the parent’s suffering. And when you have a kid who may be dependent on you for her whole life, I do think there’s a danger that you might conflate your life with hers for way longer than somebody who has a typically developing child. I’m hoping to separate my daughter and me as much as possible so that I will become more incapable of telling her story as she becomes more capable of telling it.”
			
					
				What would you tell yourself a year ago today? 
			
					
				“What if my daughter had a significant place in this world precisely in the body she’d been given?