I think I’m coming to acceptance about how our son will learn. I hate labels, I hate these boxes we put kids (people) in. I just hate it. But, that’s how we try to understand our world.
And, now, it’s 11:53pm. So, no more writing. Today, you get a picture.
For Christmas, my mother got Levi a recordable book whereby she and my stepfather read a story to Levi. He listened to this book all day.
As I sit on the plane, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the chill of the window, I can’t help but notice the person in front of me repeatedly adjusting their seat, each movement a grating assault on my laptop screen. The journey back to Portland, high above the clouds, prompts reflections on the comforts of home and the complexities of travel.
The Wheel of the Year is a cyclical and seasonal calendar. It marks the changing of seasons and incorporates festivals, or Sabbats, celebrating various aspects of nature, life, and spirituality.
Ranting on social media without alignment with organizing people is nothing more than performative and will never yield the change you want.
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