When a Trip to the Park Turned Into a Close Encounter of the Ableist Kind
It was 3 p.m., but it felt like 4 p.m., and we live in Vermont, so the low-hanging sun made it look like 5 p.m. My daughters, Fiona and Petra, and I cast long shadows on the ground. My shadow was in the middle, holding Fiona’s hand on my left and Petra’s hand on my [...]