This week's selection is from the Vision Impairment Sensitivity shelf of our home library, where it usually rests right next to Jennifer Jean, the Cross-Eyed Queen. It took me a half dozen readings before I realized it was published in 1990 and not 1974. I know that technically makes this a Terrifying Bush I-era Children's Book, but for Sally Hobart Alexander's sake I'm just going to go ahead and assume these photos were taken in 1974. Those sunglasses, at the very least, were manufactured during the Nixon administration. Like most disability-sensitivity non-fiction of its day, Mom Can't See Me actually a sweet little book that I enjoy reading to my kid. It's written from the perspective of the daughter of a blind woman explaining all the things she can do. But there's still something a little terrifying about it, mostly because of the spooky title. And some of the photos inside are just weird:

"I love my blind mother, but she's a really lousy baseball player."

"I hate going to foreign movies with my mom."

"For Christmas I'm going to buy mom a Roomba with a broom handle duct-taped to it."

"Our tap dance teacher calls my mom 'The Tripod.'"

"Now that you mention it, I think it's probably a good thing mom can't see dad."

"My mom's new computer is radical. It says, 'Three of your children died of Cholera,' just like a robot when we play Oregon Trail."

"It's a good thing mom takes me with her when we go shopping; the last time she went by herself a saleswoman convinced her to buy a Parisian night suit."

"Oh shit: Mom's up on the Ropes Course again!"