>Dear Mr. Kennedy;
I was concerned with the tone of your recent article on The Huffington Post. I speak as the mother of a child on the autism spectrum, and I also speak as a teacher. Frankly, your writing was inflammatory and biased. Here is my professional assessment.
You chose to use dramatic vocabulary such as “brain-killing poison” rather than defining such chemicals or citing actual resources and studies. You referred vaguely to “patronizing” and “poisonous” attacks on a specific group of people (mothers of autistic children who espouse a particular viewpoint), but you did not support your point of view with details or examples. Leaning on your own personal experiences, no matter how extensive those conversations, emails, and letters, does not prove a particular side or argument correct.
By describing Katie Wright and her group as “calm, grounded, and extraordinarily patient….highly educated…” you managed to imply that parents who disagree must be otherwise. By claiming that “…a rational person might do some more investigation”, you again imply that those who disagree must be irrational and have not done their homework.
The only source you quote is your own personal web site. Where are the “hundreds of research studies from dozens of countries…” to which you allude? Where are the links to the other research, that which you call”flimsy” and “borderline fraud,” part of the “…campaign of obfuscation and public deception”?
The piece is, quite simply, poorly written. It is laden with assumptions, name-calling, and emotionally charged words. It is missing research, references, and “dispassionate and diligent investigation” of its own.
Grade? D minus. Mr. Kennedy, in order to be convincing, even opinion needs to be backed up with facts.
Sincerely,
Daisy
Monthly Archives: June 2007
>Fragile, hope shatters
>Benjy didn’t make it. Amidst the many missing persons stories on tonight’s news came this update: Seven-year-old Benjy Heil’s body was found in a creek less than a mile from his home.
So many searchers, so many caring people — and such a sad ending to this story.
My heart goes out to his parents, his siblings, his extended family, his friends.
>What’s up your sk*rt?
>A close friend snuck a sign on my classroom door last year when I wasn’t looking. In a typically artistic font, mounted on two colors of tagboard, and laminated to boot, it announced: “Caution: I have a tuba and I’m not afraid to play it!”
Well, it’s not 100% accurate. I did play tuba for a long time, but I haven’t picked one up in at least 20 years. I like to claim that I wasn’t a very good player, just enough of a musician to fake it. Sometimes I’ve even joked that I knew how to end up where the boys were — sitting in the low brass section of the band. At that time, (the mid to late 70s if you must know) instruments had not yet gone unisex. The one boy who played flute (now a professional musician) and the few girls who played trombone and tuba tended to be free spirits, those gutsy types who were willing to try something out of the norm.
My friends from those days are surprised to hear that I joined a traditionally female profession, teaching elementary school, got married and had kids, and now drive (gasp) a minivan.
But inside this teacher’s skirts you’ll still find:
- a politically active mom, passionate for causes that matter to my family and my students
- an environmentalist who thinks globally and acts locally
- a “pundit blogger” who will say what she thinks and grab the bull by the horns
- a closet biker who keeps threatening to buy a Harley for her midlife crisis.
I wouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and I’ll let all of you know — don’t judge a woman by her skirts. You never know what’s on her Blackberry, her laptop, but most of all, her mind.
Parent Bloggers Network and Girl Con Queso are featuring a new site called sk*rt. Sk*rt bills itself as a “new social bookmarking site for women (and the men who want to get in their heads)”. They’re sponsoring a creative Blog Blast this week under the topic, “What’s up your sk*rt?”
>Hope can be fragile
>Benjamin “Benjy” Heil went missing Thursday night from his rural home in Saratoga, Wisconsin. Searchers, including local people, officials, and even bloodhounds, have been scouring the area for any sign of him. His footprints were spotted, and someone found a ball that may have been his, but other than that, Benjy has been gone from home in this hot, muggy, stormy weather.
Benjy has autism. He is somewhat nonverbal, from reports, and will not respond to his name. Searchers will have to make visual contact to know they’ve found him, since he will not answer their calls.
This story is scary on so many counts. Any seven year old is in danger if he’s been missing for four days and nights. He is lost in rather unforgiving territory, too. Within walking range of this young boy, last seen barefoot and in shorts and t-shirt, are a campground, woods, and the Wisconsin River, not to mention bogs and marshes.
I keep hoping he’s holed up in a doghouse, shed, or hunting cabin. I don’t like to think of the river.
Keep searching, people. And Benjy’s parents: please keep hoping. I’ll be thinking of you and hoping, too.
update: While not precisely good news, at least it’s not worse news. Searchers have almost ruled out the possibility of Benji’s falling in the river. They believe he’s on land.
>Funday Sunday
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We’re still working on the baseball side of the display. I know we have bendables of three other racing sausages (directly to the right of the cap, the Hot Dog guy), so I’ll keep looking. Amigo and husband brought home the bobbleheads last year. The plastic souvenir cap was either filled with ice cream or nachos (yes, I washed it) at another game in Miller Park.
Well, bratwurst, Polish, and Italian sausages, you can run, but you can’t hide. I know you’re around somewhere!
>Good morning, and good news
>I resist checking my school email during breaks, especially summer. Both my left and right brain need a mental break from the stress of the school year. I check in once a week at first, and then less often as I begin to relax and let go of the year’s baggage.
I checked in this morning and found this piece of correspondence.
“The reviews of your articles are back. The decision is that we should publish these in the fall issue of the WSRA Journal. Congratulations! Thank you for thinking of the WSRA Journal for your work.”
I think this calls for a toast. Coffee, of course, in my Wisconsin State Reading Association mug.
>Love Thursday and a new coffee mug
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Mmmm…coffee. And camping, too.
>I am, i said
>According to the new family everyday site, I am most like TV Mom Carol Brady. Huh? Moi? Some quizzes are better than others. I’m still waiting for my Alice to show up and cook for us.
According to this one, I am a Pundit Blogger. Pundit? Oh, Mr. Word Person (aka Husband), is that accurate? I’ll let you decide. If I answered the questions correctly and honestly, I guess i could take this as a compliment. I don’t know about “truly appreciated by many” because my readership is loyal, but limited. Insightful? Maybe. I like to think some of my posts might show insight of a sort.
| You Are a Pundit Blogger! |
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>Mom’s playing in the dirt! And she likes it!
>Assignment: Why do you enjoy weeding? Explain. Support your thesis with details or pictures.
I enjoy weeding because I can see progress. My garden is divided into small sections, set apart by my stepping “stones” made from old deck and fence pieces. I set a goal of weeding one section at a time. When that’s done, I can quit weeding or choose to finish another section. This is a managable goal; I feel productive when I can see the results in one part of the plot. It spares me the frustration of not “finishing” the whole thing, which is of course an impossible goal. Today I chose one triangular section of the garden and weeded out the many mini maples that flew in from the lot behind ours. If I ever abandon this small plot of ground behind my garage, I predict the mini maples will take over, leaving room for a blanket of clover underneath. But for now, look out maples! I have garden gloves and I know how to use them. Bwahahahaha!
Below, left: Mini Maple Farm Below, right: Mini Maple Farm battling with Zucchini squash
Who will win this dramatic battle of wills? Stay tuned for more, on Mom’s Playing in the Dirt.
>Summertime, and the livin’ is, well, easier
>Today is the official start of my summer because it’s the first Monday that I didn’t have to get up at 5:30, get Amigo on his bus, and head to my own classroom to work at my desk and get ready for the day. We had commitments today, mainly to get Amigo started in his virtual summer school class, but it was still easier and lighter than a typical school day for both of us. We got up an hour later than usual, had breakfast as usual, and then headed off to his “First Day of Class” orientation meeting with the teacher. He won’t see the teacher in person until his final exam. All of the work will be done at home and submitted online.
Now that we’re home, I’m looking at my to-do list. I’ve divided this into two main categories: long term to-do and short-term to-do. Long-term includes items like “Prepare for Rummage Sale in July” and “Work on landscaping in front of house.” Short-term is more like “Fill out and send in Lion’s Camp paperwork” and “Call Red Cross to schedule CPR class” and “Pick up new curriculum manuals at school office.” Of course, there are a lot more items on each list.
But the first thing on my to-do list for today is already on the “ta-da!” list: Amigo’s virtual school orientation.
Now I plan to add a little mental health break to the list. Cappuccino, watch a little CNN, maybe pick up a new book to read. That is, a book to read for pleasure.
Ah, summertime, and the livin’ is easy.

