I stumbled across an article from The New Yorker yesterday that got me kind of excited. It was written in 2013 by Meghan O’Rourke about her experience with autoimmune disease... 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

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

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

As I started writing this post (on my damn phone again…grrr), I got the intense urge to go back through my nearly five years of writing this blog to check... Read More

So I’m writing on my phone again because I’m coming to you live and direct from the West Penn Hospital Inpatient Rehab Unit (aka IPR for us frequent flyers) and... Read More

I’ve been putting off writing this post for a while now. And now that I’m finally writing it, and on my phone of all things, I’m not sure how eloquent... Read More