When I first became disabled, I was often caught in a state of total identity confusion. All of the sudden all of the things that I thought made me me... Read More

I’ve been deep in it y’all. In my feelings. In the dark. In the angsty weeds. I’ve already had the mid-life crisis we’re all told to expect but this has... Read More

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

Wow. It’s been a long time. I don’t think I’ve ever not written words for this blog or even just for myself for this long before. I wish I could... 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 cannot lie, reader, using the particular image I chose from my stock photo service for this post made me chuckle right out loud because as I’m sure you can... Read More

I don’t remember when I started listening to the band Morphine. I know it was sometime in the late 90’s when I was working at Ketchum Advertising. The creative people... 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

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