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)
This year as been a real page-turner in my wee life. Going from an invisible to a blatantly visible disability has forced me to wake up to even more realities of what it’s like to live as a spoonie. On my Books/Writing menu, you’ll find Tales from the Crip. That’s going to be the home … More New web-exclusive content!
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.
As many of you know, I’ve a disability that affects my mobility. In 2016, I decided enough was enough and I would make use of mobility devices so that I could have a better quality of life and stop saying, “I can’t,” to events. The reason it took me so long to get there mentally … More My First Time in a Wheelchair
