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You are an amazing five months old now. You’re becoming your own little person. You blow bubbles with your spit, eat green beans happily, shriek with glee, play with your own feet, and have hair covering almost your whole head. You’re on the verge of sitting up on your own, and if you could master the sense of balance, you’d be walking in a week. (Thankfully, that won’t kick in for a while.) I love you, little man.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
