Where parenting, politics, disability, poetry and politics intersect

So, yeah, go ahead and complain to me again about a (temporarily) glitchy website. Fact: many historic American achievements have been preceded by mistakes far more harrowing than a flummoxed website.

Bob Cesca (read the full article, here) 

In all this talk of miracles and healings, with postings of poetry and naked dancing, I haven't spoken too much of politics lately, except for the occasional jab at the difficulties we are facing in the epilepsy community with getting medical marijuana for our children and the draconian federal policies governing it.

So, where's the politics at a moon, worn as if it had been a shell? Now's the time for those of you who abhor them to click off, drop away, go back to your peaceful day. I'll give you a sec.




Peaceniks and Tea Partiers gone?

OK.

I want to talk about healthcare and the Affordable Care Act or Obamacare, particularly all this brouhaha over cancelled policies and the POTUS lying about it and the government comin' between me and my doctor (thick southern accent here, please) talk, etc. etc. First of all, there aren't many people who supported healthcare reform who weren't disappointed in how the Affordable Care Act shook out. Those of us in the individual insurance market who had any sense at all were perfectly aware that the Obama administration compromised mightily with the insurance industry in order to satisfy not only that Evil Empire but those who rattled their sabers about socialized medicine, about the slippery slope to European style government and hell and damnation. The Affordable Care Act was a HUGE compromise and far less than the universal coverage most of us on the "left" had hoped would happen. I perhaps cynically don't believe that real universal coverage will ever happen in this country because we're not sophisticated enough, as a rule. I'm in the group that believes the ACA made some monumentally positive changes, though, that will improve the lot of tens of millions of people, including our family.

Yes, we were one of those families that got the letter from Anthem Blue Cross stating that our policy would be terminated as of January 1st, 2014 because it was out of compliance with the law as outlined in the Affordable Care Act.

Let me translate that for you:

We at Anthem Blue Cross will no longer be able to provide you with one of the shittiest, most expensive health insurance policies that we offer because if we do, we will have broken the law. We can no longer deny that you add your epileptic daughter to your policy. We can no longer cap out our expenditures in the event another member of your family develops a disease or has an accident warranting millions of dollars of healthcare. We can no longer deny coverage for preventive care. We can no longer force you to pay ever-increasing premiums that buy you catastrophic health care ONLY. In fact, this shitty policy for which you've paid tens of thousands of dollars over the last nearly twenty years of your life only proved to us that you were as stupid and lemming-like as we could have hoped at the time. That time, sadly for us, is over. BUT, we're happy to inform you of your other choices, which might cost you more but be of improved value. 

Now, I'm as nervous as the rest of you, but I've been on the California website and have figured out that our family might qualify for a federal subsidy so that our monthly premium won't be as high as it is now. I've also figured out that if it is higher than what we pay now, it will be far more comprehensive with far more choices, and most importantly of all, Sophie's shitty policy can be cancelled and she can be added onto our own. I still think the Evil Empire (insurance companies) make out like thieves, and I still believe universal healthcare should be the rule of the land, but anything, anything is better than what we have now, and the ACA appears in many respects to be an improvement.

Now, I'm tired of typing. Read this article.

Tell me what your experiences have been.

Why?

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2. FitFlops with Swarovski Crystals

3. Tea Party Lady Patriots

My sisters, whom I almost never write about, are two of the funniest people on the planet. Just yesterday, one of them texted me with a question regarding my memory of a mouse playground that she had gotten one Christmas in the 1960s. When I told her that I only vaguely remembered it, she sent me a photo, and it all came back to me. Then she told me that she'd found a vintage one and bought it and was beside herself with excitement. It was a bargain! she told me, It comes with all the mice! I totally got it and admit to being a little envious about that mouse playground. We exchanged a few more texts about the merry-go-round piece that closely resembled the one on our elementary school playground in New Jersey, and my sister added that she was super excited about the extra slide that she still has from the sixties to add to the playground when it comes in the mail. Like I said, I get it.

The other sister and I like to take photos of outlandish things or make comments about certain style choices that we might see, randomly, on the streets of Los Angeles or Washington, D.C. My text might read: 

Denim high-waisted short shorts. Why? 

She might immediately text back:

God! With a belt, right?

Her text to me this afternoon was the photo above of Martha Stewart in full Halloween regalia with the word Why?

I texted back that I loved her so much. My sister that is, not Fairy GrandMartha.

Reader, ask yourself why? Cleverest answers to the why of the above photos get a lifetime supply of cupcakes or a snapshot of the mouse playground or -- better yet -- some high-waisted denim shorts. With a belt.

Meteors, Dyslexia, Tea Baggers and Lemonade

So, it's Sunday. I read about meteors flying over the mid-West, and Ted Cruz, the heinous Tea Bagger senator from Texas who won't give up his paycheck if the government is shut down but thinks it's all right that 800,000 soldiers will have theirs frozen. I fostered a pretty spirited debate on Facebook about the merits of the Affordable Care Act, and how it's going to help so many of us despite its problems. I feel nervous that the Tea Baggers are going to prevail and wish they'd all calm down and let the reform play out. I'm weary of the people who constantly whine about how our political discourse has disintegrated and wish they'd stop whining and say something in addition to how our political discourse has disintegrated. And yes, I'm perfectly aware that it's the Tea Party and not the Tea Baggers. They'll always be tea baggers to me, and I don't give a damn if it's offensive.

 Oliver is outside hawking lemonade again and cupcakes, this time, in an effort to raise money for fishing supplies and the Epilepsy Foundation of Greater Los Angeles. I had a talk last night with a friend's boyfriend who told me about his fascinating youth, growing up in Nebraska, how he was always in trouble, on the road, really, to jail,  his unruly behavior in part due to what was later determined to be dyslexia. It all turned out fine -- more than fine -- and that turning out happened when he learned of his strengths, not his deficits, when his mother persevered, when he made drastic and dramatic changes in his life. I'm reading a book by Ben Foss called The Dyslexia Empowerment Plan, and it's illuminating. Sometimes, when I read Foss' descriptions of himself in childhood, I feel as if I'm reading about Oliver, and little by little my gut instincts about my remarkable child are affirmed. When Oliver was young -- let's say three or four -- he was already such a pistol, as my father would say, that we would shake our heads and laugh, ruefully. A neighbor who has a powerful job in publicity once told me that she is always nice to Oliver because one day we're all going to be working for him. The book is not about overcoming learning disabilities but finding one's strengths and recognizing that dyslexia -- disability -- is just part of one's identity, something to accept, to almost embrace. Simple -- but radical -- stuff.  I think, sometimes, that part of my job with Oliver is to literally get him through school and out, to support him in whatever way I can and to guide him to constantly see his strengths and pursue them.

I price my lemonade at $.75. he says. Because most people will give me a dollar and tell me to keep the change.

So, Ted Cruz? Overcome him like a disease. Oliver? Help him to accept his dyslexia and discover his strengths.

What's up with you, Reader?

We're going to Williamsburg!! or resorting to laughter when insanity is the alternative

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