I realized the other day that I am missing a collarbone. It’s something I’ve been thinking about lately. Parts of the body that appear in my writing and reading: collarbone, sternum. I memorized each term for an exam in high school —…
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I am crazy about football and basketball. I even have a sports blog called The Chairman. Everyone has passions in life, some of which help them escape the hardships of this world. For many people — especially in Oregon, where I live — these are of the outdoor…
Ella sits in her wheelchair crying. Her mom is right there with her holding her hand. I walk into the room and stand looking at the two of them. I figure out they are in a deep conversation as Lindsay waves her hand at me.
It’s been a pretty lousy week for me, to say the least. What started as a ridiculously annoying cough in the middle of the first week of February eventually resulted in a trip to the emergency room the following Saturday. “Please don’t say the P-word, please don’t say…
A majority of my classwork this semester revolves around discussion forums: posting our analyses of different counseling theories and responding to other people’s analyses, among other things. It’s a staple of online education and, after several years of it, I’ve gotten to the point…
As a child, during the summer months, the neighborhood kids and I spent our days on the corner of my yard selling lemonade to passersby. My mother would help us prepare the drinks, she’d supply the napkins and cups, and she’d write out on a big poster…
It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. Ella had the pleasure of being invited to a friend’s house to play after school. The trip to her friend’s house was a mere one-minute drive, and packed in the car along with…
If you follow me on Twitter, you know I’ve been seriously considering getting a tattoo for months now. A former personal care assistant (PCA) and I decided way back in 2015 that if we ever took the plunge, we’d get them together. Early in 2017,…
When you are in a wheelchair, it is clear that something is awry. I look different. Some can see past it and treat me like anyone else, but for others, it is a barrier. As a result, I am often met with responses that, while ignorant, are also…
Each morning, either my wife or I help Ella get dressed. During the school week, my wife has the responsibility, and on weekends, it falls on me. Every night, I bathe Ella and get her ready for bed. We’ve developed quite a routine for…
