Small Steps

Last week, I found myself at a table with two other parents like myself, who have children with special educational needs. We were talking about how something so small--a smile, a kiss, the meeting of eyes--can take on immense importance when it is a rarity. While we were sitting there, one of my friends got …

Who Cares?

There’s a line in a song that I have always remembered—it goes, “Mother, I’m cut at the root like a weed ‘cause there’s no-one to hear my small story.” For me, that sums up a feeling that’s haunted me for years, of being small and of needing to shout in order to make myself heard …