Half and half…

I walked towards the gate of Sunny’s new school this morning, behind the bars was an enclosed area for children to sit. My eyes found four children in wheelchairs. One little boy dangled bare feet from his chair, while another …

My teacher, my son…

They were words I did not want to hear. Paul* and I sat with the Guidance Counsellor on an all-sense alert. No, our son John was not entitled to special education because he did not have a diagnosed disability. He …