Reclaiming the disabled narrative.
The Family Bible As a kid, there were few things I enjoyed more than flipping through my parents' wedding album. The squat brown portfolio sat on our bookshelf, tucked between James Patterson hardbacks and a giant family bible we stored important papers in. The album's cover was a soft brown leather with a gold cross… Continue reading Rolling Down the Aisle: Surrendering My Dream Wedding Led to Something Better
What Does Adaptive Clothing Mean to You? Adaptive clothing. What do those two words conjure for you? For me, I think of Christmas morning, 2003. I unwrapped a gift from my mom to discover a pair of sneakers that she bought to fit over my leg braces. "They're supposed to be really comfortable and easy… Continue reading Adaptive Clothing: Three Ways to Create Your Unique Summer Style
Author's note: This article contains descriptions of suicidal ideation. Depression Expert, Video Game Novice Content to watch my brother from the sidelines. In life and in Mario Kart. I had never heard of Animal Crossing before the day my husband excitedly told me how much I would love it. A new title in the series… Continue reading Animal Crossing Delivered Me from Depression Twice
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On February 18, 2020, I went under the knife for a TTC ankle fusion. Little did I know, my recovery and the world would turn upside down. This is the conclusion of my story.
On February 18, 2020, I went under the knife for a TTC ankle fusion. Little did I know, my recovery and the world would turn upside down. This is Part Two of my story.
On February 18, 2020, I went under the knife for a TTC ankle fusion. Little did I know, my recovery and the world would turn upside down.
He checked Amy’s band and she stepped through to pick out our car. I lifted up my wrist, but the man blocked me from entering. I had seen enough dads in sunglasses staring at my legs that his mirrored lenses couldn’t fool me. He was staring at my leg braces.
I was thoroughly burrowed in my bed when a familiar ache started creeping up the backs of my thighs. I had spent the day stretching out my contracted muscles, and they were pissed. If I didn’t take something soon, I would be awake in a few hours with pain too excruciating to fall back asleep.… Continue reading Red Tape, Duct Tape: The Unexpected Saga of Getting and Keeping My Wheelchair
Oh, hey there. It's been a while. I took a bit of a break from releasing any new pieces. I've been working on a few here and there, but the last full piece I wrote was an expansive and anxiety-riddled trip that drained me of that creative spark. It was almost like my origin story, and… Continue reading Why I’ve Been Gone and When I’m Coming Back