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My daughter Abby has probably scored more runs than any player in the history of her baseball league. She’s also never won a game. She’ll continue to add to those impressive statistics next weekend, when the Miracle League of Mercer County, New Jersey, opens its spring season and…

The service organization Best Buddies International has had a campaign going this month to “End the R-Word,” as the subject line in an email it sent out a few weeks ago put it. Best Buddies, which creates social and job opportunities for people with intellectual disabilities, has been conducting this…

My last job at The New York Times, where I worked in various writing and editing positions for almost 30 years before retiring in 2023, was as an obituary writer. Almost all of the hundreds of obituaries I wrote were assigned to me by editors, who reviewed the daily list…

My late daughter, Cammy, was diagnosed with Rett syndrome at just 20 months old in 2011. From that moment on, advocacy became part of our everyday life. Cammy’s journey taught our family not only about the challenges that people with disabilities face, but also about the importance of compassion,…

Our daughter, Abby, who has Rett syndrome, just turned 29. It’s the kind of number that makes a parent think, “Can that possibly be right?” And, “Good golly, we’ve been doing this for a long time.” Abby may or may not care about birthdays, but if she does, she’s…

For more than a week now, our daughter, Abby, has been fighting off respiratory syncytial virus, or RSV, a rapacious bug that invades the respiratory tract. I gave it to her. It’s hard to watch her struggling with the deep cough, the phlegm, the runny nose. Abby, who is 29…

“Do we have chunky peanut butter?” It was an ordinary question my husband asked one afternoon last year. He was standing in the kitchen, scanning the pantry, and thinking about sandwiches. But his question stopped me cold. For 15 years, only smooth peanut butter filled our shelves. Not because we…

I never thought about where I sat in the school’s gymnasium until my late daughter, Cammy, gained a wheelchair when she was 3. For most of my life, taking a seat was automatic — I’d climb to the top row of the bleachers, without hesitation, and settle in wherever the…

On Jan. 3, 2012 — my husband’s birthday — our late daughter, Cammy, received her voice. It wasn’t a voice in the traditional sense, as it didn’t come from her mouth or vocal cords. Rather, it came from a computer — a technology so advanced it felt almost unreal.

Dec. 13 marks two years since my oldest daughter, Cammy, passed away from complications of Rett syndrome. She was 14 years, 9 months, and 3 days old. I hold on to that number because it matters. It’s not just a measure of time; it’s a line in our family’s…