Nighttime is alive with sound here at the Hidden Falls Home for Wayward Women. Nighttime is the sound of a million unseen creatures coming in through my open windows. I... Read More

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

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

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

So very many things have gotten in the way of me writing more regular posts it’s hard to decide where to start with listing them, but the change that seems... 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

Alternate title:  “Why I didn’t write an inspirational goodbye to 2020,” by Bethy Bright and Dark. It felt too long? Not punchy enough? Too literal maybe? You know I’ve given... Read More