Steps (A Poem)

Steps One foot in front of the other hurts. My gait is off. The people on the street see me stagger. I know they think I’m drunk. My two legs have to become three. One is a stick. It propels me forward but there’s still pain. If I stand still, I fall. I’m now propped … More Steps (A Poem)

Um, peeps without disabilities, we need to talk.

Yeah. So. Here’s the thing. People without disabilities, many, many of you need sensitivity training when it comes to disabled folks like myself. Like, big time. Because you don’t even know what you don’t know. And you’re hurting us with your ignorance. Last weekend at a conference, I was scheduled to be a panelist to … More Um, peeps without disabilities, we need to talk.