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A + for The A-Word: The most authentic look at Autism on screen.

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I worked for several years with a succession of autistic children—which mostly means boys—kids who were mainstreamed in regular education classrooms, with a classroom aide assigned to shadow them. That was me, the shadow. 

We also lived next door to a family who had an autistic son who became one of our son’s closest playmates, until we moved away at the end of elementary school. Chris, with his funny idiosyncrasies is the source of some very sweet memories, as well as moments of high drama. That’s what you get with autism, children who can be deeply involved when their needs and passions are directed and shared but who can sometimes find it frustrating when those needs are brushed aside. 

It’s typical for an autistic child to want to talk about dinosaurs—or whatever the passion is—and be frustrated while the rest of the kids have moved on to another topic. The autistic child is focused on that stegasaurus and exactly how cool it is, just not quite getting that the others don't shar…

Marching for THEIR Lives in Santa Monica

So proud to march with my husband & my family in Santa Monica

Wow! What an amazing moment in our country’s history. Just got home from the March for Our Lives event in Santa Monica and turned on the TV to see the massive numbers of people who marched in Washington—as many as a million—and millions more who marched around the country and the world. Including my sister in law Susan and her husband Dave, marching in Riverside. Not exactly the liberal bastion Santa Monica is. A question for the politicians: Can you count the votes?

I love Eva’s sign “Arms are for Hugging’’

While there was a much larger march planned for downtown Los Angeles we chose to go to the smaller community of Santa Monica because it’s where my brother, sister and I went to high school. No matter where else I live, it’s the city I’ll always consider home. 

Thousands marched in Santa Monica

We met my brother Russ & my sister in law Eva at their place—they’re lucky enough to still live in Santa Monica, just blocks from the beach, and walked over to Montana Avenue where the march began at 16th with thousands of people walking the 16 blocks down to Palisades Park overlooking the Pacific Ocean. 

I wish I were taller so you could get a better view of the crowd

 There were people of every stripe, young and old, everyone had lots of energy. And lots of great signs. Like these young women

And this librarian! 

Left to right: my brother Russell, my husband Mark, Russell's wife, Eva

 It was a beautiful day for the beach, but as you can see the beach was empty. It felt like the whole city was at the march. Mark is holding two signs, mine and his own. He sometimes carried his own sign upside just so people would say ‘‘Hey, your sign’s upside down.” “Right,’’he’d answer, ‘‘so you have to take an extra moment to think about it.’’ 


 Not a bad place to hold a rally, huh?


If you know my husband, you know he almost always has a funny way to break through the clutter! The key word is VOTE!

Thank you to this new generation of young leaders, so passionate and articulate on the issue. My boomer generation didn’t get it done. Yours will. 

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  1. What a great recap of your day! I've loved seeing reports from friends all across the country today.

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