Guess who spent the last several days in the hospital with the stomach flu! I think I mentioned in a previous column that I haven’t been sick in — well, years. Somehow, for some reason, I’ve managed to stay pretty healthy, so…
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Around almost every corner of each wall on our first floor we have small corner protectors. This is to combat Ella clipping the corners as she cruises around the house. We purposely bought our current house because the doorways from room to room are wide…
When I was a kid, I was skinny as a stick. Part of this was because I got sick so often, but the other reason was that I was a notoriously picky eater back then. I had many health issues at the time — but the…
#CripTheVote sprang up during the election campaign of 2016 to make sure disabled people vote and to try to influence public policy on disability. Founded by Alice Wong, Andrew Pulrang, and Gregg Beratan, it achieved considerable fanfare as the first organization aimed at making the disabled…
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…
The other night I was hanging out with a friend from college at a downtown pub. As we sat down and ordered a couple of beers, an older gentleman at a nearby table came and sat next to us and asked me about my robotic arm. I…
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.
