I am squirming inside of this human flesh suit that is so broken. I am stuck inside of my head where I cannot stop obsessing about these strange symptoms and... Read More

Perhaps you’ve noticed a certain lack of words coming from these pages as of late. Maybe you haven’t and you’re also sick and tired of reading about how tired I... Read More

I can’t talk to my friend Meg right now. Which is difficult because I also can’t stop thinking about my friend Meg right now as she is ensconced in a... Read More

Holidays are the best. For this Fourth of July, I was fortunate enough to have not just the usual three-day weekend, but my French-company gives us a five-day weekend for... Read More

I first learned about compression socks during my first tour of duty at IPR (or InPatient Rehab for the luckily uninitiated) where I used my first wheelchair because they were... Read More

Our lives are built from the stories we were told from the time we were old enough to have the ability to remember – and if you ask me, maybe... Read More

In my mind, it was the Buddha or some entity much more spiritual and lofty who told me, and you and everyone else, to be like the water. But it... Read More

How about a post that’s not about the disastrous state of my mental health? Maybe just a good old list of random topics about which I feel the need to... Read More

I remember a time when everything seemed hunky dory one minute and then life happened and all of the sudden it wasn’t anymore. I was thirty years old. I worked... Read More

I want to write something beautiful about life, disability, my wheelchair, how watching television and being on the internet seeing people talk about the end of pandemic life makes me... Read More