Monthly Archives: December 2019

We were at Dave and Busters in the arcade after having had a birthday lunch, complete with a home made purple birthday cake from Marissa and the girls, playing games. Joe and Ruby were in some contraption called “the Typhoon” and having a blast. I was sitting off to the side watching the screen. I […]

We were leaving the mall heading for the car. My wheelchair legs are a bit low and often scrape the ground when I go down cut curbs. As a result, I simply turn the chair around and go down backward. I do this so often it’s automatic and done with ease. Joe was walking with […]

Occasionally when out in the car we will pull up to a set of lights that are places of employment for those who ask for money. Their signs usually tell you what they need, and those needs are the really fundamental ones: a hot meal; a place to stay; warm clothing; take care of my […]

Sometimes existence is a political act. Being different in public space requires an act of defiance and a reclamation of ownership. I belong here. I dare to exist, as I am, as all that I am, here. There is a reason that the word ‘community’ has both a ‘U’ and an ‘I’ in it. I […]

Joe went to get the car as I waited just inside the door of the mall. As soon as I caught a glimpse of the car’s blue, I headed out the door. I was about half way to the car when a young man, maybe 20, said, “Can I help you?” I was too tired […]

Before we left we decided which of the two movie theatres we’d go to, how we’d get me in, and how we’d deal with the slope when we got home. Accessibility is a participatory sport, you need to plan and you need to adapt at any given moment. Once in the car, we headed out. […]