I arrived at church recently to find a shiny new addition nestled near the stairs that lead from the sanctuary building to the education building. Since I started using a walker ninety percent of the time, I rarely look that direction because I can’t navigate the steps necessary to access the breezeway that leads to… Read More
Disability gives travel new meaning
My dual journey with two challenging medical diagnoses took a new turn recently when I traveled for the first time using my walker, affectionately known as “the Cadillac.” My destination was a writers’ conference, but I learned just as much about myself and the challenges of having a disability. Understand that it took me two… Read More
Years teach perspective on poetry, aging, disability . . . even elections
“I don’t know who you are. You stoop a little as pain creeps into your joints Like a burglar stealing the precious jewels Of swift, free movement, Leaving you seated in life’s chair.” These lines are from a poem I wrote about eighteen years ago called “Twenty-Twenty Vision.” It’s my only published piece,… Read More