Katie Napiwocki

I don’t prefer the phrase “disabled person.” It isn’t a go-to accessory item regularly pulled from my colorful closet of…

They congregated on a beach in the mild November air. More than 50 of them stood there, wondering if they…

Today is thought to be my sweet beagle’s 11th birthday. Even if it’s not her actual birthday, it’s still her…

I’ve been grieving this month. On some days, the weather was impeccable. Morning dew twinkled on silk linens of freshly…

Come, sit beside me at my campfire.  How about some apple cider or hot cocoa on this crisp autumn…

On my writing desk sits a narwhal.  Not an actual narwhal from arctic waters. That would be absurd.

It’s late August.  The songs written by crickets in May have been arranged into full summer soundtracks, playing on…

As we drove into the parking lot adjacent to a tried and true trailhead, the hollow moon had climbed into…

Many of my friends with disabilities have been posting about the 30th birthday of a well-known gem, the Americans…

Have I ever told you that my significant other, Andy, has Becker muscular dystrophy (BMD)? Or that we met…