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Forty

Thu, 01/06/2011 - 21:00 -- Bee

I wanted to go to a medieval jousting banquet somewhere near Anaheim but the children objected on aesthetic grounds, and Byron claimed to be "allergic."

See? My birthday is always so difficult!

Given the constraints of the guests, my nostalgia for childhood misadventures in California, the fact that I already miss England, and Byron's academic affiliation, the destination was obvious. We collected up my mother and the children from their Disney sojourn and ventured forth to spend the day on the Queen Mary.

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Wound

Fri, 12/17/2010 - 04:06 -- Bee

Last summer I dragged my charming companion to a specialist to have his suspicious moles examined. The doctor was dismissive until I asserted my highly specialised personal knowledge of skin cancer. Several hundred cancerous lesions does tend to lend a certain credibility to the proceedings.

He asked me "I presume you have regular check-ups?"

I shrugged and replied "Conceptually."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I don't like to be cut."

The doctor did not approve of this wayward answer.

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Reparations

Wed, 11/17/2010 - 21:00 -- Bee

I became a parent before I was officially an adult, and have devoted the better part of twenty years to that project, in fundamental and fierce ways.

It took ruthless and heartbreaking commitment to launch this family on our grand international adventure.

Of course I suffer from the classic complaint of immigrant intolerance, and have a tendency to ask my eye-rolling offspring if they understand how good their lives are, compared to mine at the same age.

Yeah, whatever, cancer cancer poverty poverty blah-blah!

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Civility

Thu, 09/30/2010 - 21:00 -- Bee

For three quarters of my adult life I have earned as much or more than my partner. Going way back to my teens, this included a stake of cash - an emergency fund - consisting originally of blood money from the accident. Thanks to that haunted reserve I was able to cover rent, buy books, stay in school, demonstrate my academic skills, long enough to earn merit scholarships sufficient to pay for my entire education.

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Honour

Sat, 09/18/2010 - 21:00 -- Bee

Somewhere in the muddle of moving my daughter received a package from her paternal grandparents. The contents included copies of the videos they shot when we all lived in the same town.

I was pleased to sit down with my grown-up child and watch the scenes of her evolving life, from a tiny little mewling scrap of a human to the robust and fleet-footed wonder she became. She was an exceptional and entertaining child; we had wild fun all the time, adored each other completely. I am hugely thankful someone recorded those moments.

The Face of Affirmative Action by Bee Lavender

Since 1973 it has been illegal, under Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act, to discriminate against children with disabilities. We have the right under federal law to free appropriate public education, and access to all programs and services. For me as a child with a severe illness, this should have meant that I received reasonable accomodations such as flexiblility in attendance standards, and at least minimal cooperation from teachers and administrators in establishing a plan by which I could have received the same quality of education as my peers.

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