Mental Health Days

My appointment at the university where I work is a strange one. I’m not faculty. My title is not professor. But I do most of the same things that professors have to do: I teach, do research, write papers, submit grant proposals. Things I don’t have to do are: advise graduate students, go to faculty meetings, and worry about getting enough grant money and publications to get tenure.Continue reading “Mental Health Days”

Reflections on the Special Olympics

Today my son competed in his first Special Olympics. I admit, I was trepidatious. I know my son is on the Autism spectrum, which is considered a disability. And I know the Special Olympics are for kids with disabilities. Still, my son is physically perfectly normal (albeit on the small side). I couldn’t help but feel that he shouldn’t be at the Special Olympics. I kind of felt bad about it.

Boy was I wrong. Continue reading “Reflections on the Special Olympics”