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

The thing I seem to have forgotten about therapy is how much therapy sucks when you’re just getting started. Suck is normally an impactful enough word for something terribly awful... 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

There was a time in a long ago past when fashion and specifically celebrity fashion was kind of an obsession of mine. During this time of my life I stumbled... 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

The bar for having a happy birthday this year is decidedly low, what with the fact that I spent last year’s birthday doing my first stint at inpatient rehab after... Read More