There is a small cottage industry of academics and writer-types penning memoirs about their disabled kids. I took two stabs at writing a book about our story. I sent a proposal and a sample chapter to an agent last year. She said that she liked my writing and my background. She would happily look at anything else I wanted to write, but that the market for disability books was swamped.

All parents, at least in the beginning, are completely out of their minds. They expect that their drooling bundles of joy are the smartest, coolest humans on the planet. High achiever parents, like academics and writers, have even more irrational dreams for their kids. I wrote a bit about that in the chapter that I wrote last year.

A sample: Continue reading “The Tragedy of Parenthood” →