May 2010
I have a new post at her.meneutics about the spiritual significance of Williams Syndrome. It is called "The Anti-Racist, Anti-Fear Gene." Incidentally, the title is somewhat misleading as Williams Syndrome involves the absence of certain genes, but that's somewhat beside the ...
I have a new post at BLOOM: Parenting Children with Disabilities.
I'm printing it here in full, although I also encourage you to click over to BLOOM when you're done reading and scroll through the content there. Anyway, here's the post, which should make sense of the photo, ...
A short reflection the day after Mother's Day:
"The ethic of giftedness, under siege in sports, persists in the practice of parenting. But here, too, bioengineering and genetic enhancement threaten to dislodge it. To appreciate children as gifts is to accept them as they come, ...
I have a new post at Patheos in anticipation of Mother's Day. It begins:
Yesterday I heard Betsy Stevenson, of the Wharton School of Business, talking about happiness and being a Mom. She said, on Marketplace, "There is an unhappy fact to ponder this Mother's Day: Women with ...
I turned in my thesis last Friday night. Well, kind of. I finished my thesis last Friday night and submitted it by email only to discover on Monday that I had submitted a draft from twelve hours earlier. A draft complete with notes like "INSERT QUOTE HERE," no title page, no ...
I have a new post on her.meneutics about the ethical and theological concerns raised by the Pill. It begins: The Pill turned 50 this year, and Time magazine commemorated the anniversary last week with Nancy Gibbs's cover story, "Love, Sex, Freedom and the Paradox of the Pill." ...
There's a little girl in Penny's class who always arrives with armfuls of stuff. A transformer. A wooden crawfish. A princess. A baby doll. Something different every day, thrust into the hands of her teachers. Penny has never been particularly impressed with stuff. She ...
Peter was talking with a friend of ours. I don't know the context, but she called something "retarded" as they talked.
We bumped into her again the next day. She reached out and touched Peter's arm. "I'm so sorry about what I said yesterday. I don't know if you even noticed, ...