19 May On Celebration #3: Q&A

A few weeks ago, on my personal Facebook page, I was asked to write a post about how we use picture schedules to help Roo do as we ask (or, in Shattuck family language, "be a listener.") Here is that post.You have a problem: your...

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30 Apr Poem for a Friday: The Nest

THE NESTThe nest is mostly trash. It looks too perfect and terrible to be real. It looks like a sculpture installed at the edge of the pond to nag us for a season about litter, neglect, the coming disasters, the end of our planet. But it isn't: the swans are living here. They are waiting again, as they do every...

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26 Apr On Rebirth, #4: Still

This month Roo has a new question: You still love me?While admiring his own elegant, invisible princess gown: You still love me?While meowing and purring, insinuating himself with feline slyness between our ankles: You still love me?While brandishing an imaginary knife: You still love me?And...

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15 Apr Poem for a Friday: No Idea

NO IDEAOnce I wrote a poem for you. Once long ago when I was twenty- one and in love with someone else, with a person who is not your mother, I wrote about this. About exactly this: the spill, the sticky fever- red elixir of your medicine bleeding over the kitchen floor in the middle of the night, the clock's red numbers...

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11 Apr On Rebirth, #2: I Can

"You couldn't do this," Roo said last week, "when you were a little girl. Because of your casts. Because of your Cerebral Palsy."We were stomping together in one of the oily, ice-cold puddles that dot the driveway after a thaw."You're right," I said. "When I...

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08 Apr Poem for a Friday: In April, Age 3

IN APRIL, AGE 3The daffodils are sad? he asks. Mommy? The daffodils are sick? He kneels beside them in our tiny mud-green patch of garden and with one finger lifts each head in turn, tilting every face---trumpet's blare, heavy cup-and-saucer---up to meet the sun. There, he says. I fixed them. He stands...

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