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Her lips quiver, but days before they sported a wide smile. She grabs for my hand in an attempt to gain comfort, but a day before she gave me high fives. The noises from her mouth are those of distress, but days before they were squeals of joy.

I’ve known for a long time that my post-college life would be a little unorthodox compared to that of my friends. While most people who graduate either enter the workforce or go to grad school, anyone with SMA (or an equally severe physical disability) knows that finding…

I’ve been home for over a week now from my Amtrak residency, and while I wish I could say it’s been a relaxing couple of days, it hasn’t. I always forget how many things are pushed to the wayside when we’re on vacation. By the…

Just overhead, an ominous, black cloud lingers despite a gentle breeze. The sun shines brightly behind some errant white clouds and blue skies peek out between. Slow, rolling movements make us wait to see which weather will prevail. In the distance, a rainbow forms, arching across…

We won’t die secret deaths anymore. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens. The time has come. Bye now. You are fabulous creatures, each and every one. And I bless you: More Life. The Great Work Begins.

The battery level on Ella’s power wheelchair Flashing lights, beeping sounds, and a host of power in her little grip. The Permobile C300 is Ella’s power wheelchair. A 304-pound purple machine that provides her with mobility. The C300 has indicators that allow its drivers to know how…

Last fall, in a creative writing course, I wrote a fictional letter that was mostly a satirical piece about my experiences with caregivers. I wrote it from the perspective of a father of a disabled son, who was complaining to the care-giving agency they were using. Aside…