The other day, a friend messaged me to say she heard I’d saved a robin. “No, no,” I responded (more or less). “It was a crow, and a very long time ago.” Well, her son had been chatting with my daughter and he’d been adamant it was a robin, but no doubt that was a mix up.
It took me a moment, and then I went, “Oh yeah, there was a robin!”
About three minutes later, I went, “There was also that blue jay, once, in Washington DC.”
And, oh my goodness, I am only now remembering the baby pigeon we raised on our balcony! We actually set poor old Poopo (pronounced poop-o, as named by my mother) free, and he flew back to us after getting beaten up by the other pigeons. It was pretty brutal. We nursed him back to health, and the second time he flew away, he seemed to do fine.
So on this fine spring evening, I’ve decided to make it my business to address you, not as an author, but as an amateur bird whisperer, with a few fine points on what to do if you happen to find a young bird stranded on the ground. Because it happens this time of year. And you could be the one to save that little creature’s life. And that, my friend, is a wonderful thing.Read More
This marks the final post in the Disability in Fiction blog series–and what a fabulous two months it’s been! From finding new reads (and people to follow), to gaining needed perspective, to grasping the impact of ableism and the power of art, the authors of these blog posts have brought so much forward to be considered. (For those just finding this post, there are links to the full series at the bottom.)
As I wrap up this series, I find myself looking at the world around me, and my local context here in the US, and seeing the impact of ableism, discrimination, and/or simple lack of empathy.Read More
Growing up as an avid reader, I never came across any disabled authors or characters in literature. Before the internet, I only had access to my small-town school library. Seeking out books with disabled characters never crossed my mind; disability was something that I had and not part of my proclaimed identity as it is now. For most of my childhood, abled was the norm, even though I’ve been disabled my whole life. I was the only visibly disabled person in my social circle, and I wasn’t aware of invisible disabilities as a concept.Read More
I warm welcome to Anarcha Quinn today as she shares with us a post on the power of art in the current day context here in the US–although I believe that you will find this post easily translates to anywhere in the world. It’s a vitally important post, and I’m so glad to be able to share it with you today.
For many of us, the places and the spaces we inhabit have changed monumentally since election night. Where we fit. Where we sit in society. How our fellow human beings care for us or don’t — all of that has been shuffled. Reshuffled. Even shaken down to the core.Read More
Today’s post is on about writing and reading, it’s about the vital role representation plays for our youth. If you never see yourself in the books you read, or in the stories around you, whatever their medium, it becomes a struggle to see yourself in the world in a positive and whole way. I know I’ve struggled with this myself, and I am so honored today to share this post by Elsa Henry on growing up with just such a lack of representation, and the vital role writers today face in filling that void.Read More
We’re back with Part 2 of Reading While Disabled. Today, Alice Wong has asked the same group of five disabled readers to share the books they read growing up that had disabled characters (if any) and the impact of that, as well as books they’d recommend now. The conversation wraps up with a discussion of the We Need Diverse Books movement and the importance of representation.Read More