Author Archives: Bryce Schaufelburger

I am officially an old fuddy duddy. Yesterday afternoon, after we got home from work, I sat down in my chair. We flicked on ’24’ and began to watch Jack get through an hour of his very first of many bad days. There was lots of action, lots of tension and it moved at a […]

I was rushing south on Yonge, on the east side, towards Dundas Square. Joe and the kids were going to take a cab. We were a little late, I can go faster on my own, we were worried about rain, so it made sense for me to go ahead, and for them to grab a […]

I noticed him immediately. First, as always, the shock of recognition, of kinship. Second, the recognition that he’s only there because this is real life. OK, let me explain. We went to see “The Music of Strangers: Yo Yo Ma and the Silk Road Ensemble” with Ruby and Sadie. We had explained carefully that this […]

I’m not sure what it is about the bump that makes it one that is really difficult for me to negotiate. To be sure, I get over these kinds of things in other places, in other doors. But the one here, in the entrance to my own apartment building, it’s just brutal. I’ve been lifting […]

“I’d curious, do you blame God, or genetics or your own poor health habits for your present situation?” I was reading an article on the stabbings of disabled people in Japan, an act of domestic terrorism, and a hate crime targeting those of us with disabilities. The article was written by a person with a […]

Really, I’m fine. No, I don’t need someone to be with me. No, you don’t need to call anyone. Please, could you move out of the way of my wheelchair? Seriously, I an fully independent. OK, yes I need help with some things, but not with being out on my own. I’d like you to […]