“Umm, bunk beds?” My mom and I stopped in our tracks, backpacks and pillows in tow, peering into the room where we were supposed to sleep during a fun and relaxing weekend away. Needless to say, it was not the accessible room we’d hoped for. A few months prior to…
Caring Together - a Column by Connie Chandler
With a fresh cup of coffee balanced on my knee, I quickly scanned my church’s cafe area for a place to land where I could have a supportive tabletop. The only vacant spot at a table was next to a 7-year-old boy who sat alone with a cup of hot…
One of my favorite pastimes is cruising the sidewalks of our downtown area all by myself. I have a wheelchair-accessible van, but I need my friends to drive it, which means I rarely go anywhere in public alone. There have been seasons in my adult life, though, when I’ve lived…
In 2001, I was a bright-eyed college freshman, ready to change the world with my bleached highlights, cargo pants, and purple-framed power wheelchair. I felt like I had already achieved and overcome so many things in the 18 years since I was diagnosed with spinal muscular atrophy type 2…
