Parenting

How I’ve Changed as a Parent in the Wake of My Multiple Sclerosis Diagnosis

On the heels of my diagnosis, I feel there is no way to construct a narrative around what’s happening to me—a deep betrayal for a writer.

Sep 23, 2019
The Art of Letting Go, As an Artist and a Mother

Like a drawing is and is not mine once I’m finished with it, my son is not mine, not really, because he is himself.

Jun 27, 2019
How It Feels to Watch Your Son Getting His Hair Cut

In the battered barbershop chair, Faris sits slightly camouflaged and crumpled, as though he is a mystery even to himself.

May 23, 2019
The Greatest Challenge of Raising an Autistic Child as an Autistic Parent? The Ableist World We Live In

Being disabled means hundreds of thousands of people believe they always know better than you do.

Dec 05, 2018
What I Imagined Motherhood Would Be, and What It Is

When you give birth to a life, you are also giving birth to a death.

The World Doesn’t Bend for Disabled Kids (or Disabled Parents)

My kids have been kicked out of many, many places for being different—just like I was.

Jul 10, 2018
When We Knew Our Boy Was Slipping Away

We were so worried about surviving that we’d forgotten to show him even little ways to live.

Apr 02, 2018
“Words Are Wind”: How Do You Help a Child Cultivate Both Confidence and Kindness?

I was thin-skinned as a child, with an ego that could put bruised peaches to shame.

The Perils of Raising a Black Feminist Girl

I promised myself I would not threaten, shame, or scare my daughter into compliance. I kept that promise.

Jan 18, 2018
Act Right: Raising a Black Boy from Six to Seven

“I want him to stay as sweet and soft and cute as he is now. He is my baby boy.”

Love in the Time of Measles

“In the emergency room, my instincts exploded from protective to full-blown primal. And it felt like love.”

Jun 20, 2017
A New Light: How My Daughter’s Pregnancy Made Me Rethink Adoption

An unexpected pregnancy, a birth, and a family reunion.

Laissez Les Morts Temps Rouler: Goth Parenting in New Orleans

Maniacal clowns and pale men with eyes in their palms are the worst my son has to fear in life. Or so I wish.

Oct 31, 2016
Their Body, Themself

My child casually peeled their T-shirt off; I was the one who felt exposed.

Aug 15, 2016